Are the tiny Hands of a baby born one cold December night
- The Hands that stilled the wind and tamed the fury of the sea
- Are the calloused Hands of a carpenter who lived in Poverty.
- The Hands that held the poser to break the binding chains of sin
- Are the gentle Hands that washed the feet of tired and dusty men.
The Hands that cleansed the leper, healed the blind and raised the dead
Are the praying Hands of one who cried, "Not My will, but Thine instead."
The Hands that shaped the universe and flung the stars in space
Are nail-pierced Hands of a dying man who suffered in our place.
The Hands of our Creator, Lord and King of Heaven above,
Are the Savior's Hands, forever reaching out to us in love.