Song for the Month of June

Welcome June! And here is my song of the month. This song is not a hymn, or a primary song, but is is absolutely beautiful. Kenneth Cope wrote it, and it is actually on my playlist (at the bottom of the page) if you want to listen. Somewhere at the bottom of the list, just scroll down and click on it to play it. Enjoy!

His Hands

His hands: tools of creation, stronger than nations, power without end,

and yet through them we find our truest friend.

His hands: sermons of kindness, healing men's blindness, halting years of pain, children waiting to be held again.

His hands would serve his whole life though, showing man what hands might do, giving, ever giving, endlessly. Each day was filled with selflessness, and I'll not rest 'til i make up my hands what they could be; 'til these hands become like those from Galilee.

His hands: lifting a leper, warming a beggar, calling back the dead, breaking bread, five thousand fed. His hands: hushing contention, pointing to heaven, ever free of sin, then bidding man to follow Him.

His hands would serve his whole life though, showing man what hands might do, giving, ever giving, endlessly. Each day was filled with selflessness, and I'll not rest 'til i make up my hands what they could be; 'til these hands become like those from Galilee.

His hands: clasped in agony as he he lay pleading, bleeding in the garden, while just moments away, other hands betray him out of greed, shameful greed, and then His hands are trembling, straining to carry the beam that they'd be nailed to, as he stumbles through the streets, heading for the hill on which He'd die, He would die.

They take His hands, His mighty hands, those gentle hands, and then they pierce them, they pierce them, He lets them, because of love.

From birth to death was selflessness, and clearly now i see Him with His hands calling to me. And though I'm not yet as i would be, He has shown me how i could be, i will make my hands like those from Galilee.

Words and music: Kenneth Cope