Whose Hands Are These

whose hands are these
that reach into a secret place
whose hands are these
that brush across my sleeping face
like quiet waves
on silent shores
whose hands are these
these hands are yours

whose name is called
to find my soul in need 0f care
whose name is called
to answer when that need is there
a name that sings
whose music soars
whosename is called
that name is yours

when i need peace
a quiet that belongs to me
to be released
from on a loud and angry sea
i think of you
thinking of you quiets me
as only you can do for me

whose eyes are these
see into this place i live
whose eyes are these
to show me what i've yet to give
that see beyond unopened doors
whose eyes are these
these eyes are yours

where do i go
when not a door is open wide
what can i know
when questions asked are unreplied
i know of one
one is all i need confide
to fill that place inside of me

whose hands are these
that touch me when my soul is bare
whose hands are these
that offer all they've got to share
to show the way
and stay the course
whose hands are these
these hands are yours
whose hands are these
these hands are yours