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His hands were callused
oh i am sure of that
from years of nails and hammers with his father
and his hands were dirty
i know they must have been
the times he healed blind eyes with mud and water
Chorus:
and though i have never seen him face to face
i can say this much i understand
i believe that he is holding me now
and so i know i am
in good hands
i'm in good hands
His hands were steady
breaking the bread
that fed five thousand souls who came to hear him
and his hands were gentle
i know they must have been
the little children clamored to be near him
Chorus:
and though i have never seen him face to face
i can say this much i understand
i believe that he is holding me now
and so i know i am
in good hands
i'm in good hands
His hands were wounded
he gave his life
and we know by the scars how much he loves us
Chorus:
and though i have never seen him face to face
i can say this much i understand
i believe that he is holding me now
and so i know i am
in good hands
i'm in good hands