We Are His Hands

We are his hands; We speak his peace
To his little ones – To the broken and the weak.
We reflect his light To them who walk in darkness.
Because we love him, We feed his sheep.

We serve the Master By extending his care.
So very often, We’re the answer to someone’s fervent prayer.
He keeps his promise To wipe away each tear,
To bind up the broken-hearted –
So often by means Of those of us here.

We are his hands, Extended to heal.
His tender mercy, and his pow’r to save we feel!
We reflect his light To them who walk in darkness.
Because we love him – Because we truly love him –
Because we love him,
Tenderly,
We feed his sheep.

We are his hands….