I think of hands of loved ones
And what they mean to me,
But the hands of my dear savior,
Are the ones I want to see.

The hands that blessed the children,
The hands that raised the dead,
The hands that caused the lame to walk
And thousands to be fed.

The hands that reached to comfort,
The hands that stilled the sea,
These hands invited ALL to come
Reached out to even me!

These hands in love reached forth to take
The piercing of the nails,
And when I need His help today,
These hands will never fail!