Hands From Hell


I was touched by
hands from hell
But,so as not to seem weak
I refused to speak
so the hands that were touching
still touched me

I was touched by
hands from hell
But,so as not to seem gay
I had nothing to say
So he continued to caress
and to clutch me

I was touched by
hands from hell
But,so as not to show fear
whenever he was near
I stood still while he knelt
to invade me

I was touched by
hands from hell
But when I decided to tell,
my mother did yell
While the man sat still and forgave me

I was touched by
hands from hell
But,so as not to cause static
with my mother the addict
I kept silent
and suffered for years

I was touched by
hands from hell
But,so as not to seem timid
I pushed all limits
And proudly kept back all my tears

As time started passing,
my spirit started asking
“When is my time up
from this jail?”
“How much longer
must I keep acting stronger
while doused in the flames of hell?”
And then I could hear it -
my Father's own Spirit
A voice that rattled
my soul

“On behalf of those weak
It is time to speak;
there are pieces that now
must be whole.”

To those sons who’ve been touched
by hands from hell
To those who’ve been tortured
while sitting in jail
To those who’ve been silent
while wanting to yell
I have a message of mending for you:

“You have a Father in Heaven
with hands to heal
with a Brother who is sorrowed
by the pain that you feel
And they both are real
So let them heal
Let them heal
And when our Father is finally done
You’ll be one step closer
to reflecting his Son
A Savior who defeated the
powers of hell -
Nail after nail,
after nail,after nail

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