"Heaven's Hands"

Lift up your eyes on high,
And consider what you see...
The vast expanse that reaches far beyond our grasp.
The heavens are telling of His glory,
Consider the works of His hands.

Billions of stars,
No two are the same,
The Creator knows their number and their name;
His fingers worked with skill,
The galaxies were filled,
By the word of His power they are sustained.

From the sun that never fails to bring the morning,
To the birds that call to worship at the dawn,
O consider every atom of creation,
And lift a song of praise where it belongs!

His mighty hands stretched out the heavens like a curtain,
Heaven’s hands shaped the earth and formed the seas,
Heaven’s hands fashioned man in His own image;
Nothing that was made, was brought to be...apart from His hands.
O consider the works of Heaven’s hands.

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Before there even was a beginning,
Before the foundation was laid;
He was clothed with majesty and splendor,
The radiance of His glory was displayed.

He laid aside His glory like a garment,
He left heaven, and took on humanity;
From Mary’s womb His life began as the Son of Man,
No difference from His brothers could be seen...

But those were Heaven’s hands that held on to His momma’s fingers,
Those were Heaven’s hands that learned their craft at His daddy’s side,
And Heaven’s hands unrolled the scrolls that told His story;
Fully human, they were also so divine!

He walked the dusty roads, and told His story,
He spoke with grace and all authority;
His touch was filled with power and with healing,
The lame could walk, the leper cleansed, the blind could see.
They were amazed at the works of Heaven’s hands.

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The hour came to work His greatest wonder,
He set His face like flint to Jerusalem;
Although He was the Son, He prayed, “Thy will be done,"
And was delivered into the hands of mortal men.

And Heaven’s hands—were bound without a struggle,
Heaven’s hands did not try to intervene;
As the blows and the hatred rained upon Him,
His blood began to form the cleansing stream.

His back received the stripes that brought our healing,
He was silent as the soldiers played cruel games;
As He struggled down the road that led to Calv’ry,
He never flinched - He endured, despising the shame!

And Heaven’s hands stretched out and took the nails that pierced them,
Those were Heaven’s hands that hung on a cross of rugged wood;
He bore the wrath of a holy God for our redemption,
Heaven’s hands were the only Ones that could!
O consider the works of Heaven’s hands!

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The tomb where He was laid became a birthplace,
As He arose, defeating death once for all;
He bore the marks of Calv’ry back to glory,
Where forever we will sing the new refrain...
“Worthy is the Lamb that was slain!”

Heaven’s hands have my name inscribed upon them!
And Heaven’s hands, they will not let me go!
Heaven’s hands will receive me into glory,
Where it will take all of eternity to know,
And consider the works of Heaven’s hands!

My Jesus, I will follow in Your footsteps,
I take up my cross, and surrender to Your will.
In life and in death, I commit my spirit…
Into Your hands, Your nail-scarred hands.
In life and in death, I commit my spirit…
Into Heaven’s hands.


(by Janet Doyle)

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