Words and music Carolyn Arends His hands were callused Oh I am sure of that From years of nails and hammers with his father And his hands were dirty I know they must have been The times he healed blind eyes with mud and water
And though I have never seen him face to face I can say this much I understand I believe that he is holding me now And so I know I am In good hands I'm in good hands
His hands were steady Breaking the bread That fed five thousand souls who came to hear him And his hands were gentle I know they must have been The little children clamored to be near him
And though I have never seen him face to face I can say this much I understand I believe that he is holding me now And so I know I am In good hands I'm in good hands
His hands were wounded He gave his life And we know by the scars how much he loves us
And though I have never seen him face to face I can say this much I understand I believe that he is holding me now And so I know I am In good hands I'm in good hands
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