Whose hands are these
That reach
into a secret place
Whose hands are these
That brush
across my sleeping face
Like quiet waves,
on silent shores
Whose hands are these
These hands are yours
Whose name is called
To find my soul
in need of care
Whose name is called
To answer
when that need is there
A name that sings,
who`s music sours
Whose name is called
That name is yours
When I need peace
A quiet
that belongs to me
To be released
From on a loud
and angry scene
I think of you
Thinking of you
quiets me
As only you can do
For me
Whose eyes are these
That see into
this place I live
Whose eyes are these
Show me
what I've yet to give
That see
beyond unopened doors
Whose eyes are these
These eyes are yours
Where do I go
When not a door
is open wide
What can I know
When questioned asked
are un-replied
I know of one
One is all
I need to confide
To fill
that place inside
Of me
Whose hands are these
That touch me
when my soul is bare
Whose hands are these
That offer all
they've got to share
To show the way
And stay the course
Whose hands are these
These hands are yours
Whose hands are these
These hands are yours
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