The Hands Of Jesus


Sometimes I think of Jesus' hands
As He reached out to men
He had such a loving touch
This man who had no sin
In compassion He reached out
To the fallen of His day
His touch was one of tenderness
As many heard Him say

I will, be thou made clean
By faith you've been made whole
It is the will of God above
That I die for your soul
He healed the leper, raised the dead
Brought sight unto the blind
No one with greater mercy
Than Jesus could you find

Though He worked as a carpenter
Yet gentle were His hands
He reached out to humanity
And fulfilled His Father's plans
He came to bring such comfort
To the people of His day
He came to show the world
The true and living way

But then His precious hands
Were nailed to Calvary's tree
For sinners like you and me
He died in agony
He took our sins upon Himself
He died that we might live
And we can have eternal life
If our lives to Him we give


© 1996, Rebecca Guy


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