Behold His Mighty Hands
Hard to grasp what would become
This child of GOD, the blessed one
Would be the key to mans salvation
Messiah born for all creation
His hands once soft would learn His trade
As carpenter, His work would fade
To give way to why He was born
Marking for death the CHRIST man scorned
The road traveled before His birth
Would free His people on this Earth
From Pharaohs hand to the Red Sea
As Hands parted what all would see
Commandments etched into tablets
Back then today man still won't have it
Would make the laws that total Ten
Sad how we don't comprehend
His hands would heal and raise the dead
But path chosen for some instead
Would be the road, the road not bled
He came to save with Hands that cared
He came with Hope for hearts to bare
On cross He hung as all would stare
Upon the Son, with two thieves paired
His hands would tear the Veil to make
To drink from cup and bread partake
In Kingdom His one day we'll see
If all would change their destiny
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