Wounded Gaze

My wounded side 
Pierced 

My wounded side 
I am emptied 
The blood — my blood
Yours 
The water — all I have
Yours 

My wounds — yours 
My death — yours 
My life — yours 
My breath — yours 
My hands — yours 
My feet — yours

So look at Me again 
Gaze upon my wounded side 
Look into my wounds 
Receive what I died to give 

Take all of Me

His gaze
His eyes locked on mine
They held me as I held my infant son 
They hold me now as the cross holds His body 

I rest in the will of our Father, yet He knows my pieced heart — 
I look at His pierced side . 

My eyes locked on His wounds. 

His eyes speak surrender, mercy, and goodness 
Even as He fades to death 

My spirit waits on Him once again
I carried Him, and I carry Him yet again 

It is finished