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Your Hands

From Gethsemane to crimson Golgotha
Your hands are stretched to become my path
From Gethsemane to unreachable Golgotha
I carry your hands upon my shoulders

In the Garden of Gethsemane your hands are
The blue shadows of cool and sad olive trees
In the night of prayer your hands are filling
My final hours with fearful wake

From Gethsemane to crimson Golgotha
Your hands are lashing me and pushing me ahead
From Gethsemane to unreachable Golgotha
Your hands are like a balm on my wounds

On the roads of Calvary your hands are
A crown of thorns upon my head
And a laurel crown on my heart
On the Mount Golgotha your hands are the Song of Songs
A reed in my hand a flag for my suffering

So much blood and sweat
So much love and blame
So much blasphemy towards heaven
So many prayers towards heaven

From Gethsemane to crimson Golgotha
Your hands are the vision of crucifixion
From Gethsemane to unreachable Golgotha
Your hands are the vision of resurrection