Same_Hands

The same hands that fashioned mortal man
From the cold, dry dirt of the earth
The hands that hung the stars in place
And gave the moon its light
The same hands that reached
To the lowest depths
To pull me from my death
Hands that lifted me
Blind as I was
To see over the darkness to light

Gentle hands, powerful hands
Hands of mercy and grace
Hands that calm the wind and waves
And made a blind man see
Hands that feel the hurt inside
And wipe away the tears
Hands that were scarred and bleeding
Because of man’s sinful soul

Hands that understand and forgive
And pull me closer in
The same hands that judge the sin
That clutters His beautiful world
Are hands that reach, that guide and keep
Each time I let go of the same hands