His hands were callused

Oh, I am sure of that

From years of nails and hammers with his father

And his hands were dirty

I know they must have been

The times he healed blind eyes with mud and water



And though I have never seen him face to face

I can say this much I understand

I believe that he is holding me now

And so I know I am

In good hands

I'm in good hands



His hands were steady

Breaking the bread

That fed five thousand souls who came to hear him

And his hands were gentle

I know they must have been

The little children clamored to be near him



And though I have never seen him face to face

I can say this much I understand

I believe that he is holding me now

And so I know I am

In good hands

I'm in good hands



His hands were wounded

He gave his life

And we know by the scars how much he loves us



And though I have never seen him face to face

I can say this much I understand

I believe that he is holding me now

And so I know I am

In good hands

I'm in good hands