Those Hands

A poem by Gabriel Mattix

Those hands that shaped the mountains

Those hands that filled the seas

Are His who resurrected

Who bled and died for me

Those hands are ever present

He’s with me in my grief

Those hands reach out to hold me

When I am suffering

Life is often painful

I look high and low for why

But even as I struggle

There’s something more that’s mine

Those hands that bore our sorrows

Those hands that grasped a cross

Belong to the One who loves me

And saved me at great cost

There is a God in heaven

But He’s not just there, I know

Those hands that bled when punctured

Prove to me that’s so

Those hands that rule the nations

Those hands that write decrees

Don’t just reside in heaven

He came down to save you and me

There’s more to those hands than dying

He’s risen don’t you know?

Those hands once dead and buried

Have risen back to life

That’s so

He isn’t just a fable

His name is Jesus Christ

For us His hands were bloodied

And for us He gives new life

Those hands that built the heavens

That calm the wind and sea

Belong to the Lord Jesus

And those hands are open

To you and to me.