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His Hands
His Hands
His hands were made of flesh
So soft but yet so strong
They taught us many things
They never did things wrong
His hands they healed the sick
They also calmed the storm
They comforted the weak
When cold they keep us warm
His hands protect us all
From Satan's many schemes
They catch us when we fall
They show that Christ's supreme
His hands raised up the dead
Brought sight to the blind
His hands gave words to speak
When words were hard to find
His hands supplied the fish
Provided loaves of bread
Turned water into wine
Five thousand they were fed
His hands show us the way
They guide us when we're lost
His hands they suffered pain
When nailed upon that cross
His hands show us true love
By saving us a place
Eternal life is ours
It's by His saving Grace
Copyright ©2007 Marvin H Lane
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