From the recording We Are Born Blind
We humans think we are so smart with all of our science and philosophy. God man Adam from the dust and the clay and told him and Eve to take care of he earth. How have we been doing so far? We drill, we dig and we build and then we tear down. We have everything under control ....until we don't. After all is said and done, our fate is still in God's hands.
Lyrics
Whose hands cut the timber
Who was it fell the tree, whose
Calloused hands and fingers made the
Cross of Calvary
Whose hands struck the metal
Whose hammers’ steady beat
Forged the spikes and nails
Driven through his hands and feet
Whose hands --- Whose hands
His hands broke the bread
His hands poured the wine
His hands healed the lepers and the
Lame and the blind
His hands calmed the waters
Fed five thousand by the sea
But the greatest miracle of all
Was to save a man like me
His hands ---- Gentle Hands
CHORUS
Whose hands did betray him
In Gethsemane
For thirty silver pieces
Sold the son of Galilee
And whose hands did bind him
And carry him to trial
But how could he be guilty
When he was the true Messiah?
Traitors hands --- Traitors Hands
Pontius Pilate said
I find no fault in this man
But try as he might – He could not wash
The blood off of his hands
The crowd called for Barrabus
They shouted “set him free”
Then what shall I do with Jesus?
They cried “Nail him to a tree”
Bloody hands ---- Such bloody hands
CHORUS
The Soldiers mocked and scourged him
And gave him a crown of thorns
Forty lashes minus one
Upon his back he bore
He carried his own cross to the
Hill called Calvary
And there he was crucified
For sinners just like me
Broken hands - Broken hands
CHORUS
He said - Father forgive them
They know not what they do
Into thy hands, I commend
My Spirit unto you
Then whose hands gently laid him
In a borrowed tomb
Bound his wounds and bathed him
With water and sweet perfume
Sweet Perfume
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Whose hands rolled the stone away
So he could rise again
And walk among the living
Then to God ascend
Now my hands are worn and calloused
Stained from toil and blood
But Jesus bears no malice
And offers me his love
With open hands --Wounded hands
CHORUS
Now the day is surely coming
Be it near or far
Distant drums are drumming
Just listen to the stars
The earth is getting warmer
Of that there’s no dispute, yet we keep
Poisoning the waters, and the
Air we still pollute
It’s in our hands -- Our foolish hands
CHORUS
Now Jesus won’t you come
Come and heal the land
We are blind and deaf and dumb
We don’t understand
The nations are divided
With hate throughout the land
But if man would ever be destroyed
It will be by his own hand
His own hands
Our weak hands
Trembling hands
Feeble hands
It’s in our hands