The Hands that Were Scarred With Nails
When dark storm clouds O'r me hover . . .
And I can't find friend or lover,
May the hands that were scarred with nails come to my aid.
When my eyes are filled tears . . . till they're pooling in my ears,
May the hands that were scarred with nails come to my aid.
When my brokenness needs mending . . . . by someone condescending,
May the hands that were scarred with nails come to my aid.
I know they're some who are willing . . . . by the don't know how I'm feeling,
And to trust them with my heart, I'd be afraid.
But I know there's One who knows me . . . .
For His nail pierced hands He shows me.
May the hands that are scarred with nails come to my aid.
