Show me your hands my Lord
Sign me a language of grace
Through those holes you birthed a nation
Every bruise a carved name
In the palm of your salvation
You a living portrait
Nailed against the walls of time
Forever
As you break bread for us the word by your hands
Sever
And conduct music
In the darkest core of my inner ear
And a private silence grips me
Moves me into your presence
Where only your breath lingers
I am your blood rose
I have been carved into you
I am the healed hole in your hands