Your Hands

Your hands are real-more real than any others
Your hands can wipe away my tears
Your hands can heal the wounds in my heart
Your hands can fill every empty place
Your hands protect me, shield me, shape me, mold me, hold me
In Your hands is where I belong
Your hands.
They are the hands of a father
The hands of a brother
The hands of a lover
In Your hands I have all I need
Reveal this to me more
For in Your hands is where I choose to be.