Larnelle Harris - Look At Your Hands lyrics

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