These Cracked Hands (Beautiful Again)

These cracked hands are in need of healing
These cracked hand are longing for feeling
These cracked hands would just like a little freedom, too

These hands, they have a mind of their own
But they can't heal by their will alone
They need to be set free by someone like You

And I'm sure
If You take these cracked hands
And make them Yours
The scars will fade,
And You will make them beautiful again

Now my plan is to give You my hands
So my plans transform into Your plans
And my hands point only and freely to You

Your love, I hope, through the words I say
Will also through my hands be conveyed
So everyone can see nobody but You

And I'm sure
If You take these cracked hands
And make them Yours
The scars will fade,
And You will make them beautiful again

As these cracked hands hold the pen
Guide them gently, make it clear
To all of those who may listen
Destroy my pride, my shame, my fear
I want this, no, I need this from you
And I know you understand
I want the world to hear nothing but the truth
So please make use of these cracked hands

And I'm sure
If You take these cracked hands
And make them Yours
The scars will fade,
And You will make them beautiful again


They are Yours, now