the gentle hands of the Savior

the dirt of the day,

accumulated by work and play,

washed now away in the gentle hands of the Savior

don’t wash my feet

caked with filth from the street

it’s not how I’d treat the gentle hands of the Savior

“I must wash you, child”

to me it seems wild

that my dirt is piled on the gentle hands of the Savior

then hear Him say

one of them will betray

take me not, how I pray! from the gentle hands of the Savior

now the cup now the bread

“Remember me,” Jesus said

all of us now are fed from the gentle hands of the Savior

“Let this cup now depart”

Jesus pled from His heart
“Father, please, take this part,” from the gentle hands of the Savior

then the faithful dear son

prayed, “Oh, let them be one

‘til the work here is done,” clasped the gentle hands of the Savior

soldiers come in the night

disciples fight then take flight

rough arms hold tight to the gentle hands of the Savior

accusers make mock

thrice crows the cock

round the fire they talk of the gentle hands of the Savior

Pilate asks, “What is truth?”

his own conscience to soothe

and “King of the Jews” fates the gentle hands of the Savior

up a long dusty trail

hear the women now wail

when the hammer and nail pierce the gentle hands of the Savior

“It is finished,” He cries

and He closes his eyes

to the Father He dies. cold the gentle hands of the Savior

on the first Easter morn

Mary wept, stood forlorn

new hope flowed reborn from the gentle hands of the Savior

oh that day when I see

past the grave’s tyranny

for I know He holds me in the gentle hands of the Savior

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