We lift them to the heavens
Giving honor to His name
And with them we applaud
To shower Him with praise
But what can be my worship
If I come before his throne
And no life has found His mercy
Through my own
Look at your hands
Are they splintered, scarred, and bruised
Are they pierced and torn
Like the ones that bore the cross for You
Look at your hands
Is there soil beneath the nails
From drawing in the dirt
God's plan for all the earth
If you care the evidence is there
Look at your hands
Whenever there's a captive
There's a struggle to be free
A yearning to return to life
As it was meant to be
And if these hands don't point the way
For those imprisoned still
The question to be answered is
Who will
Look at your hands
Are they splintered, scarred, and bruised
Are they pierced and torn
Like the ones that bore the cross for You
Look at your hands
Is there soil beneath the nails
From drawing in the dirt
God's plan for all the earth
If you care the evidence is there
Look at your hands
We cannot be complacent
To sitting in our pews
Content to let another do
What we can do
Look at your hands
Are they splintered, scarred, and bruised
Are they pierced and torn
Like the ones that bore the cross for You
Look at your hands
Is there soil beneath the nails
From drawing in the dirt
God's plan for all the earth
If you care the evidence is there
Look at your hands