Gordon Mote - Wounded Hands Lyrics

Wounded Hands
With hopes and dreams completely crumbled
My life was built on sinking sand
Bowed beneath the weight of sorrow
Till I was touched by wounded hands
Wounded hands of the Saviour
Gently took this shattered heart
And every broken piece was mended
By the hands that held the scars
Darkness held the cross of suffering
Where grace would answer sins demands
My accounts completely settled
The price was paid by wounded hands
Wounded hands of the Saviour
Gently took this shattered heart
And every broken piece was mended
By the hands that held the scars
Wounded hands of the Saviour
Gently took this shattered heart
And every broken piece was mended
By the hands that held the scars