Where are the hands to reach? The hands to hold? The fingers to wipe away the tears?
Where are the people willing to help? Willing to walk miles to show love?
Where is Jesus' hands at?
I see the church. I see the people. I don't see the hands. The hands that reaches, the mouth that teaches, the smiles that touch.
I don't see it. I'm missing it.
And I just want to cry for it...
Where are the people willing to help? Willing to walk miles to show love?
Where is Jesus' hands at?
I see the church. I see the people. I don't see the hands. The hands that reaches, the mouth that teaches, the smiles that touch.
I don't see it. I'm missing it.
And I just want to cry for it...