The Mighty Hands of God

The Mighty Hands of God
Won’t you let me show you the mighty hands of God?
Hands that formed the mountains and made the prairie sod,
Those which laid the desert sands and firmed the forest clod.
Hands that brought about the trees and cause the birds fly free,
Those which balance dew drops, and yet hold back the seas.

Won’t you let me show you the mighty hands of God?
Hands that fashioned from the dust, the bone of flesh and man,
Those which set the stars and planets in their celestial plan.
Hands that hold a child’s breath still let the trade-winds blow.
Those which called forth time and space the world will never know.

Won’t you let me show you the mighty hands of God?
Hands that grant us shelter and reach down from above,
Palms that own the keys of life, and bear the scars of love.
So hand in hand rest easy, down this earthen path we trod,
And know sweet child you’re in the hands, the mighty hands of God!