His Hands were Pierced

His Hands were Pierced

His hands were pierced, the hands that made
The mountain range and everglade;
That washed the stains of sin away
And changed earth’s darkness into day.

His feet were pierced, the feet that trod
The furthest shining star of God;
And left their imprint deep and clear
On every winding pathway here.

His heart was pierced, the heart that burned
To comfort every heart that yearned;
And from it came a cleansing flood,
The river of redeeming blood.

His hands and feet and heart, all three
Were pierced for me on Calvary;
And here and now, to Him I bring
My hands, feet, heart, an offering.

-Douglas Woods

Piano: Bill Ashton

Singing: Hilary Ashton