Magnificent Hands

I can't believe God loves a sinner like I,
who fails miserably even though I try.
What a gift-- I can't believe someone of such fame
would turn around and let me bare his name!
And it's extraordinary that he still smiles at me,
acting like it was nothing to set me free.
He gave his flesh, and he poured his blood,
just to show me the full extent of his love.
With all my imperfections he hugs me tight.
He pulls me out of the dark and into his light.
I can't even imagine how I would feel
if his love wasn't true, if his grace wasn't real.
But he is real! And he adores me no matter my faults
he came and broke down all my iniquitous walls!
What a suave Savior, what a powerful friend--
coming so far just to eternally mend
our relationship that was blocked by disgusting sin.
But he conquered the grave; death didn't win!
And even though I know he saves me from my chains
it's easy to focus on past stains.
But he shouts, "I forgave you! Don't forget that you're free!
I didn't hang for nothing on that wooden tree."
So I yield again to his mercy so pure and so white
only God could make all my wrongs right.
And when I feel like God is making mistakes
I look up to see a smile on his face
So I question him for his joy while I fret
and he faithfully reminds me he’s not finished yet.
And if I start to doubt his excellent plans
he reminds me I'm in his magnificent hands.
If he had been so good about saving my life
How much more would he faithfully be by my side?
Why should I worry? Why should I distrust?
He loved me as I was—when I was just dust
So I’m resolving to be a person with faith
Golden faith that enemy can’t steal away.
And my heart pounds and I grow uncontrollably fervent
To hear the words “well done, my good, faithful servant.”