Whose hands are these?
That reach
Into a secret place
Whose hands are these?
That brush
Across my sleeping face
Like quiet waves
On silent shores
Whose hands are these?
These hands are yours

Whose name is called?
To find my soul
In need of care
Whose name is called?
To answer
When that need is there
A name that sings
Who's music sours
Whose name is called?
That name is yours

When I need peace
A quiet
That belongs to me
To be released
From on a loud
And angry scene
I think of you
Thinking of you
Quiets me
As only you can do
For me

Whose eyes are these?
That see into
This place I live
Whose eyes are these?
Show me
What I've yet to give
That see
Beyond unopened doors
Whose eyes are these?
These eyes are yours

Where do I go
When not a door
Is open wide
What can I know
When questioned asked
Are un-replied
I know of one
One is all
I need to confide
To fill
That place inside
Of me

Whose hands are these?
That touch me
When my soul is bare
Whose hands are these?
That offer all
They've got to share
To show the way
And stay the course
Whose hands are these?
These hands are yours

Whose hands are these?
These hands are yours