Jenny Jordan Frogley - His Hands

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

(Chorus) His hands would serve His whole life through
Showing men what hands might do
Giving, ever giving endlessly
Each day was filled with selflessness
And I'll not rest
Till I make of my hands what they could be
Till 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

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His hands clasp in agony
As 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
T The beam that they'd be nailed to
As he stumbles through the streets
Heading for the hill on which He'd die
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