These Hands

These hands were formed

To worship and adore,

And reverence the One

Who alone must be God.

Each little finger

Fashioned to be a bringer

Of praise to the Life Giver

And wade in joy like a river.

Its grip was carved to be a clinger

For grasping God, make Him linger

These hands

Were sculpted for God's presence

To minister to His demands

And yield to Divine sentience

These hands

Will win over strange lands

And draw nations to the Lamb,

Who trampled on Golgotha

And raise a throng of worshippers

To join the celestial hosannah!

These hands,

With the nails and knuckles

The stretch of my arms,

Will touch heaven and break shackles

Roll tombstones away

And call forth the dead to give praise

These hands

Were carved for God's glory

These hands, my hands

Will blaze a trail of glory

That will resound thru the centuries

Make justice roll down like a river

And righteousness like a never-ending stream

And manifest a believer.

These hands

Will spark a revival

A yearning for the knowledge of Jehovah

These hands

Will point to a mountain

And fashion a flowing fountain

I surrender these hands,

To be used as the sign of Jonah,

By the Everlasting Arms.

Akpan