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Verse 1: 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 mens blindness Haulting 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 'til I make of my hands What they could be 'Til these hands become like those from Galilee.
Verse 2: His hands Lifting a leoper, boring a begger Calling back the dead Breaking bread, 5,000 fed His hands, hushing contention pointing to heaven ever free of sin Then bidding man to follow him
Verse 3: 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 the beams that they been nailed to as he stumbles through the streets, heading for the hill on which he died He would DIE They take his hands, his mighty hands Those gentle hands.. and then they peirced them, they peirced 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.