The first breath of heaven
Will forget its last on earth.
His nail-scarred hands will
Brush death’s tears away.
Lost within Compassion’s gaze,
Faith’s cry will turn to praise.
Thank You, Jesus,
For Grace that never failed.
Thank You, Jesus,
For hands that wore sin’s nails.
Thank You, Jesus,
For setting hopeless captives free.
Thank You, Jesus,
All praise resounds to Thee.
Though loved ones gather there,
Where death’s denied its sting.
And riches pave the golden streets,
And beauty reigns supreme.
His Bride will gaze on Him alone,
With grateful hearts redeemed.
Thank You, Jesus,
For Grace that never failed.
Thank You, Jesus,
For hands that wore sin’s nails.
Thank You, Jesus,
For setting hopeless captives free.
Thank You, Jesus,
All praise resounds to Thee.
—Erica Bolticoff
His Song in the Night 
That is a beautiful poem! Did you write it?
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Yes ma’am! I forgot to put my name at the bottom. I’ll have to fix that. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment! Love you!
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Thank you Jesus!!! Amen!!
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🙌 Amen!
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