Hands

You called me "friend"
the day you found me
Hands sore, worked and wet
hungry heart and an empty net

And since that day
so many things I've seen
Triumph, trials and strife
water to wine and dead to life

My heart now full
but yet so confused
You call yourself King, Truth and Way
But yet you say you cannot stay

How will I know
what I should do
Anxious, broken and afraid
with all my sins upon you laid

You tell me to watch
with eyes so heavy
You labor, wrestle and pray
asking your Father for another way

They come for you
they bind your hands
As criminal, crook, unlawful one --
how could this be done to God's own Son?

I want to fight
and save you, my friend
Draw my sword, knife or spear
hands and feet trembling with fear

"No" you say
with a grievous look
You must obey, suffer and go
sweat continues to pour down slow

I shake my head
this must be wrong!
For I the broken, sinful man
with dirty heart and dirty hands

I watch you go
without complaint
Hands so righteous, bold and true
and then hear your words, "I do this for YOU"

For me
For me
By mercy and grace
For me
For me
And the whole human race

My hands made clean
by Love alone
His words fulfilled, accomplished, true
All of this He did for YOU.