Hands Of Jesus Songtext
Little boy with a little smile
Mom and Dad with a little child
Hand in hand for a little while
Picking up his daddy's tools
Hands hammering nails in wood
Wonder if he understood
His hands were more than skin and bone
They'd soon be open, vulnerable
Mom and Dad with a little child
Hand in hand for a little while
Picking up his daddy's tools
Hands hammering nails in wood
Wonder if he understood
His hands were more than skin and bone
They'd soon be open, vulnerable
Son of God but somehow fully man
The hands of Jesus
So precious and strong
They can calm the seas
They can right your wrongs
The hands of Jesus
Holding everything
If they can take a nail
They can take your shame
So bring your hurt and
All your broken pieces
And put them in the miracle-working hands of Jesus
Touching the untouchable
Loving the unlovable
Forgiving unforgivable
Breaking bread and pouring wine
Pick up a cross that should be mine Arms open, palms stretched wide
The hands of Jesus
So precious and strong
They can calm the seas
They can right your wrongs
The hands of Jesus
Holding everything
If they can take a nail
They can take your shame
So bring your hurt and
All your broken pieces
And put them in the miracle-working hands of Jesus
They keep picking me up again and again
Taking me in just as I am
All of me, all I have
All I need is in the hands
Of Jesus
So precious and strong
They can calm the seas
They can right your wrongs
The hands of Jesus
Holding everything
If they can take a nail
They can take your shame
So bring your hurt and
All your broken pieces
And put them in the miracle-working hands of Jesus
The hands of Jesus
So precious and strong
They can calm the seas
They can right your wrongs
The hands of Jesus
Holding everything
If they can take a nail
They can take your shame
So bring your hurt and
All your broken pieces
And put them in the miracle-working hands of Jesus
Touching the untouchable
Loving the unlovable
Forgiving unforgivable
Breaking bread and pouring wine
Pick up a cross that should be mine Arms open, palms stretched wide
The hands of Jesus
So precious and strong
They can calm the seas
They can right your wrongs
The hands of Jesus
Holding everything
If they can take a nail
They can take your shame
So bring your hurt and
All your broken pieces
And put them in the miracle-working hands of Jesus
They keep picking me up again and again
Taking me in just as I am
All of me, all I have
All I need is in the hands
Of Jesus
So precious and strong
They can calm the seas
They can right your wrongs
The hands of Jesus
Holding everything
If they can take a nail
They can take your shame
So bring your hurt and
All your broken pieces
And put them in the miracle-working hands of Jesus
