Out of your hands, into my life, you fill your hope in me. Rivers will flow, emptiness filled, thats when you first found me. Out of your hands, into my heart, you put your songs in me, a love that is real, healing me whole, thats when I first believe. My heart can never comprehend, love crucified the man, whose open hands were nailed for me. And now, I live my life in serving only you, Jesus my Lord.
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