God and creator of all that I know
Painted the heavens, a spectacular show
Brought to life man, from the dust down below
Your hands soiled by the dirt
Extended to me
Will I trust these hands
That carved out the sea?
Jesus my Savior, who died for me
Nailed to the cross, for all to see
Wounded and killed so I could be free
Your hands pierced by the nails
Extended to me
Will I trust these hands
That bled from a tree?
Oh God, my Father, my Abba You are
You welcome me home when I’ve wondered so far
You protect me, defend me, and heal my scars
Your nurturing hands
Extended to me
Will I trust these hands
That hold endlessly?
Jesus, companion, Friend of all friends
Committed and true, faithful to the end
Sharing Your heart, my heart to mend
Your hands that embrace
Extended to me
Will I trust these hands
That always will be?
My God, My Jesus, sweet Lover of mine
Caressing my heart, making it shine
Pursuing my soul with a love so sublime
Your hands that beckon
Extended to me
Will I trust these hands
That love tenderly?
I look at the hands
And I see the scars
The nail prints still there
Where my sins did mar.
The same hands that embrace
And that comfort my soul
Are the hands that lift me
Whose touch makes me whole
Broken hands that now heal
Are the hands that pursue
The sign language of love
Is how Your hands prove
And so I will trust
In these hands, yes I must
To Your hands I entrust
My life….
