The Nails In Your Hands
The Nails In Your Hands - Mercy Me
The nails in your hands
The nail in your feet,
they tell me how much you love me
The thorns in your brow,
they tell me how, you bore so much pain to love me.
I had an interesting thought Thursday...there was a blood drive Tues-Thurs, and I went after class on Thurs, but I went an hour before they were gonna leave cause I didn't wanna wait. Anyways, I went through the whole process of them asking if I had AIDS or if I've sold sex, which I always laugh at each time I do this. Then they poked a hole in my ring finger (ugh, i hate this part the most, it hurts SO much more than the actual drawing of blood) and the push my finger to get blood out, what the fart? After that he measures my blood pressure and heart rate, and then proceeds to tell me "your blood pressure's too low and your heart rate's too fast, you can't give blood" WHAT WHAT WHAT. YOU POKED A HOLE IN MY FINGER! I was then very bitter. hahaha, not really, because then he gave me a shirt and a cookie. HAHA. Anyways so my thought was, I was so =_________= just at the fact that they poked a tiny hole in my finger for no reason, when Jesus died on the freaking cross and had nails in His hands AND feet, AND He was innocent! On top of that they made Him a crown of thorns?! Oh the pain! So, just a random thought I had pre-Good Friday, haha, thanks Jesus for reminding me what You went through for a pooper like me!
The nails in your hands
The nail in your feet,
they tell me how much you love me
The thorns in your brow,
they tell me how, you bore so much pain to love me.
I had an interesting thought Thursday...there was a blood drive Tues-Thurs, and I went after class on Thurs, but I went an hour before they were gonna leave cause I didn't wanna wait. Anyways, I went through the whole process of them asking if I had AIDS or if I've sold sex, which I always laugh at each time I do this. Then they poked a hole in my ring finger (ugh, i hate this part the most, it hurts SO much more than the actual drawing of blood) and the push my finger to get blood out, what the fart? After that he measures my blood pressure and heart rate, and then proceeds to tell me "your blood pressure's too low and your heart rate's too fast, you can't give blood" WHAT WHAT WHAT. YOU POKED A HOLE IN MY FINGER! I was then very bitter. hahaha, not really, because then he gave me a shirt and a cookie. HAHA. Anyways so my thought was, I was so =_________= just at the fact that they poked a tiny hole in my finger for no reason, when Jesus died on the freaking cross and had nails in His hands AND feet, AND He was innocent! On top of that they made Him a crown of thorns?! Oh the pain! So, just a random thought I had pre-Good Friday, haha, thanks Jesus for reminding me what You went through for a pooper like me!
lol. I hate giving blood. Yeah, the finger pricking is the worst part, and they've told me before my iron levels are too low. BOO. So I eat my vitamins for a couple days beforehand then drink crazy water so it all goes really fast. ><
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