IN HIS HANDS

B.J. Hoff

The Hands of Our Creator, Lord and King of Heaven above,

Are the Savior's Hands, Forever reaching out to us with love.

The Hands that made the world and gave the sun and moon their light

are the tiny Hands of a baby born one cold December night

The Hands that stilled the wind and tamed the fury of the sea

are the calloused Hands of a carpenter who lived in poverty

The Hands that held the power to break the binding chains of sin

are the gentle Hands that washed the feet or tired and dusty men

The Hands that cleansed the leper, healed the blind and raised the dead

are the Praying Hands of one who cried, "Not My will, but Thine instead"

The Hands that shaped the universe and flung the stars in space

are the nail Pierced Hands of a dying man who suffered in our place

The Hands of our Creator, Lord and King of Heaven above,

are the Savior's Hands, forever reaching out to us with love.