OPEN MY HANDS

Open my hands, Lord
To your lambs in need,
The poor and the downcast
To clothe and to feed.
Give me compassion,
Help me to understand.
I ask You, dear Father
To open my hands.

Open my hands, Lord
For I'm holding so tight
To my selfish desires,
To what's here in my sight.
Let my grasp on this world slip
Through my fingers like sand.
I ask You, dear Father
To open my hands.

Open my hands, Lord
And help me release
The bitterness and anger
That steals all my peace.
Overflow me with Your love -
Your greatest command.
I ask You, dear Father
To open my hands.

Open my hands, Lord
As I lift them in praise,
Offering my worship,
Throughout all my days.
May I hold back nothing,
Let me give all I can
I ask You, dear Father
To open my hands.

Just as you did at Calvary
To fulfill Death's demands,
My Savior and Lord,
Please open my hands...

Copyright Cheryl B. 2009
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