Friday, June 15, 2018

Our hands and feet

His hands that make the stars
wipe my tears away.
His feet that make earth His footstool
is muddy as He walks the earth for me.

Oh, Son of God,
oh, son of man,
why do you die
for a sinner like me?

My hands that He creates,
wipe His tears away.
My feet that are muddy,
walk on His glorious heaven street.