His hands will hold those who are in such deep pain and sorrow.
His hands will guide and comfort to make it through today, tomorrow…
His hands know too well the evil that prevails
The same hands that saw his very own son hung by nails.
They are ageless hands, the same yesterday, today and tomorrow
Hands that began the world foreknowing His creation would bring sorrow.
Powerful hands that still rule and will one day bring justice and peace to all
These same hands that extend grace even when we fall.
Forgive me Father when I forget that your hands are always outstretched
So when I question, reason, and politicize such incredible loss
Your hands remind me once again the meaning of the CROSS!