Through Your Hands’ Works I Triumph

Jesus, you are my tree of life. I need not strive or toil                                                                 To bear fruit from the seeds of faith you plant in my heart’s soil                                           For in Gethsemane you felt the weight of all my sin,                                                                 But fought against temptation that I might find rest within.

And by your stripes I’m healed                                                                                                            Yes, by your stripes I’m healed                                                                                                             For by your sacrifice the Father’s goodness is revealed.

Yes, by your stripes I’m healed,                                                                                                        By your stripes I’m healed,                                                                                                             And to Your Spirit’s resurrection power, I now yield

Your cross makes bitter waters sweet, for you’re the living Word                                       Your blood speaks saving grace, most potent song I’ve ever heard                                       The knowledge of what’s good and bad could never save my soul,                                       But by your body that was broken I have been made whole.

And by your stripes I’m healed                                                                                                      Yes, by your stripes I’m healed                                                                                                        For by your sacrifice the Father’s goodness is revealed.

Yes, by your stripes I’m healed,                                                                                                        By your stripes I’m healed,                                                                                                             And to Your Spirit’s resurrection power, I now yield

The curse of sin which causes death has been nailed to a tree                                              And through the scars placed in your hands I have the victory.                                           Your resurrection power renews my mind, my heart, my health                                  Through your hands’ works I triumph, for in them I find true wealth

 

 

 

 

 

Here are just a few scriptures relevant to this poem/song: Genesis 3:17-19; Mark chapter 4 and Luke chapter 8 (Parable of the Sower); Matthew 26:26-28, 36-39; Mark 14:32-39; and Luke 22:39-44 (gospel accounts of Jesus’ suffering in the garden); Hebrews 5:9-10; Exodus 15:23-26; John 1:1-4; John 4:14; Hebrews 12:24; Genesis 2:16-17; Isaiah 53:4-5; Matthew 8:16-17; Romans 8:11; Galatians 3:13, and Psalm 92:4

 

 

 

Author: wingandprayer

Writer, Artist, Cartoonist Illustrator of "The Nail," "The Tree," and "The Vine," as well as "How Do You Hide a Dinosaur?", books by Peg Stormy Bradley Author of "Pirates, Trees and Spelling Bees" as well as numerous unpublished healing tracts

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