Your hands
When I think of the things they've done
When I think of the places they've been
My goodness
Your hands
When I think of the mountains they've touched
And the oceans they've swam
O Lord
Your hands
When I think of the valleys they've explored so
Delicately like fine lace
My word
Your hands
Somehow they understand that the
Journey they're on is not a race
O my
Your hands
Create a waterfall that
Flows into a stream which isn't available to all
O boy
Your hands
Walk through trees and pull
Them down until we're both full
Your hands
Those hands
*Your hands