Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget, I will not forget you!
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…
Do you see these wounds, my son? The ones on the palms of my hands?
Do you see your name, my son? It is written…with my blood…with my pain…on those wounds on the palms of my hands.
Do you see my Love, my son? It is shown by my suffering…and my death…for His Glory…and your salvation…by those wounds on the palms of my hands.
I have engraved your name—your name!—on the palms of my hands, beloved.
Walk with me now and I will show you that I have not forgotten you. I will show you the wounds on the palms of my hands.
And you can show your love by allowing Me to hold your aching heart, your battered soul…in the wounds on the palms of my hands.
I will set you free…I will be your God. And you will be my child…and your wounds will be…on the palms of my hands.
I love you.
" He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed."
1 Peter 2:24