"My Father's Hands"

There's times in life I feel I'll break
A pain I cannot stand
It's in those times I often hide
In Hollow of His Hand!
He helps me through the toughest times
Those times I feel are hard
In times of need He lends a hand
A hand so worn and scarred!
With gentle hand He leads and guides
Me through life's weary way
He'll be there to protect me
When times I go astray!
My Father's Hands are mighty hands
His touch can calm the seas
My Lord can do just anything
With greatest sense of ease!
With healing Hands He healed the sick
He made the lepers well
And anytime He spoke the word
Not once did ever fail!
My Father's Hands are nail-pierced Hands
A sign of sacrifice
He bore our load upon that cross
Our sins is why He died!
One day soon I'm going home
To Home in Beaulah Land
To see My Jesus face to face
To touch His nail-scarred Hands!