Lyrics

[verse]
The list of what is wrong with me
could stretch across the sky. 
The scroll of wrongs, an awful read,
that ends with "He must die". 
The reality is my hopes & dreams
have faded into myth. 
My arms are tired from my desires 
But I'm reaching for you with.....

[Chorus]
O my hands are Holy 
raised to you. 
Trembling fingers 
touching mercy new. 
The best of me, the rest of me
are flaws I can't undo. 
But my hands are Holy 
raised to you. 

[verse]
One would think that aging years
would bring a wisdom rare. 
Instead I'm left with seas of tears
& ignorance left to bare. 
My back is weak. My eyes are dim;
while my heart is broke in two. 
My knees are scarred from crawling far;
But my hands belong to you.