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 theyve 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