HIS HANDS




I think of hands of loved ones

And what they mean to me,

But the hands of my dear Saviour

Are the ones I want to see.




The hands that blessed the children;

The hands that raised the dead;

The hands that caused the lame to walk,

And thousands to be fed!




The hands that reached to comfort;

The hands that stilled the sea;

Hands that invited all to come;

Reached out to even me!




These hands reached forth in love to take

The piercing of the nails.

And when I need His help today;

These hands will never fail!




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