If Your hands formed me out of the sand
Creating and molding my life
Then even when your plan I don’t understand
I’ll trust that you make all things right.
If my name is written on Your hand
For all of heaven to see
Then even when others don’t understand
I know You’ll always hold me.
If Your hand touched the sick to make them whole
And helped the mute to sing
Then, though broken in my soul
I know healing You will bring.
If Your hands were nailed to a tree
And bleeding, took my shame
Then I can trust that when I fall
Forgiveness I can claim.
If Your hands someday welcome me
Into Your loving arms
Then I can trust You’ll hold me now
And shelter me from harm.
Jesus….let me revel in the peace, the strength, the warmth, the security of being right in the center of Your precious, scarred, beautiful hands…..
