These Hands
With these loving gentle hands'
he was nailed to the cross,
on that one fateful night.
With these hands he holds us close ,
and guides us through the right.
With these arms he enfolds us,
with a Loving fathers embrace.
On that night if asked of any man,
would you take his place?
As for me I am glad,
of his sacrifice you see.
He gave himself to all mankind
for you and you and me.
To give the greatest gift of all,
to keep us all from harm.
I for one am glad,
to be sheltered in his arm.
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