These Hands, bruised, cut, and dirty from work.
These Hands, worn, tired, and tender from life.
These Hands, tough and calloused like his Father's.
These Hands embrace and love like his Mother's.
These Hands, have no ring adorned fingers.
These Hands rejected by their own
These Hands beckon the little ones to draw near.
These Hands calm the hearts of men.
These Hands bring healing from a touch.
These Hands still the raging seas.
These Hands are bound and led away.
These Hands suffer though they are pure.
These Hands, weak and wounded from carrying the weight.
These Hands are pierced by me.
These Hands are pierced because of me.
These Hands are pierced... for me.
But These Hands are not finished yet.
These Hands have removed the stone.
These Hands left the tomb.
These Hands have beaten death itself.
Finally, These Hands will come again!
