his hands tools of creation stronger than nations power without end and yet through them we find our truest friend his hands sermons of kindness healing men's blindness halting years of pain children waiting to be held again
his hands would serve his whole life though showing man what hands might do giving, ever giving, endlessly each day was filled with selflessness and i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be 'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands lifting a leper warming a beggar calling back the dead breaking bread, five thousand fed his hands hushing contention pointing to heaven ever free of sin then bidding man to follow him
his hands would serve his whole life though showing man what hands might do giving, ever giving, endlessly each day was filled with selflessness and i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be 'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands clasped in agony as he he lay pleading, bleeding in the garden while just moments away other hands betray him out of greed, shameful greed and then his hands are trembling straining to carry the beam that they've been led to as he stumbles through the streets heading towards the hill on which he died he would die they take his hands, his mighty hands, those gentle hands and then they pierce them, they pierce them he lets them, because of love from birth to death was selflessness and clearly now i see him with his hands calling to me and though i'm not yet as i would be he has shown me how i could be i will make my hands like those from galilee