His scarred hands reached out
To me and saved my soul
His scarred feet lead
Me to my final destiny
I know in Whom I have believed
Though I see Him not
He holds the universe
In the palm of His hand
He calms the stormy sea
With the sound of His voice
And my heart with the whisper
Of His love- Be still, I AM!
He dresses the fields
With colors in the shape of flowers
And spreads their fragrance
All over the world
Making the butterflies dance
Around them, as if they were
Music to their ears, in festive
Celebration to Him, their Creator
I know in Whom I have believed
He is my Savior when at the cross
He reconciled me with the Father
And said, It is finished!
He is my Lord, my cross
I must bear Him to follow
One step at the time
To the place He has prepared
Reconciled with Him I can now sing
I am His and He is mine
And at the touch of His hands
I am reminded, salvation had a price!
Light from the Word 