Jesus knew about the tools he used for building
As a boy they seemed to fit right in his hands
He would hold those same hands high to bless the crowds as He passed by
And they knew they'd never be the same again
Those same hands that multiplied the loaves
Healed the blind and made them whole
And reached to Peter on the raging sea
Will touch a lost and wayward heart
Mend a life that's torn apart
And in a moment wash a sinner clean
Those same hands extend from the cross at Calvary
When they nailed him to the cross to buy my pardon
Every touch he felt brought suffering and shame
No tender hand would comfort him as he had often done for them
Still he bled and died to wash our sins away
Those same hands that multiplied the loaves
Healed the blind and made them whole
And reached to Peter on the raging sea
Will touch a lost and wayward heart
Mend a life that's torn apart
And in a moment wash a sinner clean
Those same hands extend from the cross at Calvary
He will touch a lost and wayward heart
Mend a life that's torn apart
And in a moment wash a sinner clean
Those same hands extend from the cross at Calvary
Those same hands extend from the cross at Calvary
Those same hands