Wounded Hands

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