My Hands Hold God's

There is something in the air,

The air that I breathe,

That fills me with the Spirit.

It is the air of fellowship,

The air of brotherly love.

There is something in the song,

The song that I sing,

That makes my heart beat louder.

It is the song of a heart that is claimed.

Claimed by the One who will never let me go.

There is something in the eyes,

That eyes that make me see,

That shows me the light of Your grace.

It is the picture of a cross,

A picture of sacrifice.

There is something in the blood,

The blood that courses through my veins,

That brings life to my soul.

It is the blood of Christ,

The blood that saved me.

There is something in my hands,

My hands that hold Gods’,

The love that God has given me.

It is the love that awakens me from death,

The love that lets me breathe.

I am filled with the Spirit,

I will praise the God above,

I can see the undeserved grace,

I live on the blood of Christ,

And

I have been loved by One who

I do not deserve.

And

I have been given so much

Extra.

I will love the people.

I will love God’s creation.

I will love the ones who live in sorrow.

The outcasts.

The sinners.

I will love everyone.

Because I have been blessed,

And I was blessed with a purpose –

A purpose to share

The love

That is in my hands.