My God’s hands are full of wonders.
They guide me round life’s foolish blunders.

They catch my arm if I should stumble,
Then break my fall the times I tumble.

They dust me off, and mark the trail
That I should follow without fail,

Then His hands hold me, though undeserving,
They shape and mold me ’till I am serving.

They lift me up, and make me whole,
Then smooth the wrinkles from my soul.