God desires to heal my longings
every ache He feels with me.
His Son Jesus my High Priest
human, man, every degree.
He has been touched
with every pain, every hurt His body took
the incarnation, Oh my Lord!
When God His riches, throne forsook.
On His back the plowers plowed
every lash an opening.
I am planted inside Him
when He died I too went in.
When He rose, I was raised too
to Him all praises are surely due.
He knows my feelings as a man
as He suffered no one can.
The bleeding and His open flesh
were to now put sin to rest.
He took upon Himself my crime
and guilt removed now for all time.
So I must choose to live alive
and not just breathe, but in Him thrive.
The resurrected life I choose
by faith I live, to show and prove.
Though sometimes full of aches and pains
you will not ever hear me complain.
I look to the cross with its blood stains
and empty tomb without remains!
You may write to Alexis (Lex) Rodriguez at the following address–he would love to hear from you!
- Smart Communications / PADOC,
- Alexis Rodriguez / BH6734
- SCI Dallas,
- PO Box 33028,
- ST Petersburg FL 33733