How precious are the hands, that children held when He walked by,

How precious is the heart, that gave the truth and told no lie.

How precious are the words, that lead to life that never dies,

How precious is the gift, to everyone that to Him cries.

When evil was our calling card, and from your life forever barred,

We had no home or place to go...

How precious are the hands, that took the nails of destiny,

How precious is the heart, that broke like bread for you and me.

How precious are the words, that finished death on Calvary,

How precious is the gift, that gives us life eternally.

When evil was our calling card,

And from your life forever barred,

You took our death into the grave,

And rose again for us to save...

Note: These are lyrics to a song I wrote by the same title and the words are based upon a poem written by a friend of mine,  Lance McWilliams.

Randy Stahla

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