Good Friday to those who celebrate the living Christ

Words by Kenneth Cope. Performed by Julie de Azevedo-Hanks

His hands
tools of creation
stronger than nations
power without end
and yet through them we find our truest friend

His hands
sermons of kindness
healing men’s blindness
halting years of pain
children waiting to be held again

His hands would serve His whole life through
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
and i’ll not rest until I make of my hands what they could be
’til these hands become like those from Galilee.

His hands
lifting a leper
warming a beggar
calling back the dead
breaking bread, five thousand fed

His hands
hushing contention
pointing to heaven
ever free of sin
then bidding man to follow him

His hands would serve His whole life through
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
and i’ll not rest until I make of my hands what they could be
’til these hands become like those from Galilee.

His hands
clasped in agony
as He lay pleading, bleeding in the garden
while just moments away
other hands betray him
out of greed, shameful greed
and then His hands
are trembling
straining to carry the beam that they’ve been nailed to
as he stumbles through the streets
heading for the hill on which He’d die

He would die
they take His hands, His mighty hands, those gentle hands
and then they pierce them, they pierce them
He lets them, because of love
from birth to death was selflessness
and clearly now I see him with His hands
calling to me
and though I’m not yet as I would be
He has shown me how I could be
I’ll make my hands like those from Galilee