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
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 through
Showing man what hands might do
Giving, ever giving, endlessly
And I'll not rest until I make up
My hands what they could be
Till these hands become like those from Galilee.
- Kenneth Cope
