Tools of creation
Stronger than nations
Power without end
And yet through them we find our truest friend
Sermons of kindness
Healing men's blindness
Halting years of pain
Children waiting to be held again
His hands would serve his whole life though
Showing man what hands might do
Giving, ever giving, endlessly
Each day was filled with selflessness
And i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be
'Til these hands become like those from galilee
Lifting a leper
Warming a beggar
Calling back the dead
Breaking bread, five thousand fed
Hushing contention
Pointing to heaven
Ever free of sin
Then bidding man to follow him
His hands would serve his whole life though
Showing man what hands might do
Giving, ever giving, endlessly
Each day was filled with selflessness
And i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be
'Til these hands become like those from galilee
Clasped in agony
As he 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 the beam that they've been led to
As he stumbles through the streets
Heading towards the hill on which he died
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