Same Hands

Doesn't it seem sometimes the world is growing colder and unkind.
But isn't it good to see just how faithful just how loving God can be?
Oh here we are survivors of so many storms.
Why would we ever question if God could see us through?

The hands that carved the oceans and molded mountains high;
The hands that healed the crippled man and gave the blind man sight;
The hands that held Savior nailed to a rugged tree;
These are the same hands holding you and me.

I've fallen a thousand times only to look up into his eyes.
And through His love He shows just
how far, just how deep true mercy goes.
In every situation, we rest here in his arms;
He's strong enough to keep us and it's proven in the scars

The hands that carved the oceans and molded mountains high;
The hands that healed the crippled man and gave the blind man sight;
The hands that held Savior nailed to a rugged tree;
These are the same hands holding you and me.

So we can rest in his compassion,
There is comfort in this place.
So when the chaos swells around us
We are safe within his grace!

The hands that carved the oceans and molded mountains high;
The hands that healed the crippled man and gave the blind man sight;
The hands that held Savior nailed to a rugged tree;
These are the same hands holding you and me!

These are the same hands holding you and me.
Oh, Holding me.