The hands of a child;
fragile and small;
to mother is clinging
so he won't fall.
The hands of a carpenter,
rough and strong;
Driving those nails
all day long.
The hands of a healer,
are reaching down,
to some poor cripple
there on the ground.
The hands of a savior
now reaching out;
to rescue us from
our sin and doubt.
The hands of a friend
tearing the bread;
So they would remember
when he was dead.
The hands of a lamb,
held that cup;
his precious blood
on that last sup.
The hands of a messiah,
nailed to the cross;
to save us all
from eternal loss.
The hands of the risen
are calling to me;
Come my child,
I'll set you free.
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