Hands can steal from the poor or hand out food to feed
They can pull out flowers or plant a seed
Hands can make a coffin in which a cold stiff body will lie
Or make a cot in which a baby one day will cry
His hands were forced out from his sides
For sin they bled and then he died
I'm so grateful because I'm forgiven but sad
Because he's my rabbi

The grooms's hands untie the bride's pretty white French gown
Slipping over her shoulders to fall to the ground
Red hands hold the stained blade and the innocent lies on the tarmac
A different blade, the surgeon trying to save the cardiac
A hand held up to wipe a tear that's falling from her lovely blue eye
Hands they came from Rome did hold and pushed the spear
Through G-d's side