Hands of God

The same Hands nailed to a cruel cross
Are the Hands of the Master Potter.
Hands that healed the sick and the blind
Are the Hands that parted water.

Hands praying in a garden,
Breaking bread in the upper room,
Proving deity to doubters,
Were resurrected from the tomb.

Hands holding all our tomorrows,
Hanging every star in the night,
Hands of a Babe in a manger,
Are gentle Hands that hold me tight.

Those Hands that tamed the driving wind,
And calmed the churning, stormy sea,
Holy Hands that formed the universe,
Are Hands of God that leadeth me.

cathy