Story in His Hands

Born in a borrowed place

Wrapped in rags

In a stranger’s space

Carried by a weary girl

Hope so small

It could change the world

Carving tables with his hands

Dust and sweat in a quiet town

Healing splinters

Learning pain

All the while

Writing our names

This is the story in His hands

From the manger to the empty grave

Every tear

Every broken plan

He was walking there beside our shame

Jesus

Jesus

Love with scars that still remain

This is the story

The story in His hands

Blind man reaching through the crowd

“Son of David

” crying out loud

Dirty roads beneath His feet

Making ruined hearts skip a beat

Bread and fish in a hungry field

Storms go quiet when He speaks

Friends who swore they’d never leave

Sleeping while He starts to bleed

This is the story in His hands

From the garden to the cross of pain

Every nail

Every cruel demand

He was choosing us with every stain

Jesus

Jesus

Love that walked into the grave

This is the story

The story in His hands

Third day sunrise breaking through

Stone rolled back

Everything new (oh-oh)

Empty tomb

But a heartbeat loud

Hope runs wild through a weeping crowd

Now my worry

Now my fear

Now my future

All my years

Every chapter I don’t understand

I place it all in His wounded hands

This is the story in His hands

From my failure to His saving grace

Every doubt

Every second chance

He is with me in the in-between space

Jesus

Jesus

Name that holds me when I shake

This is the story

The story in His hands