The Hands they say once made the world
Now find themselves around nails curled
The One who by rights is our Boss
Has become a symbol of loss
Why would He surrender His fate
To we barbarians at the gate?
How can a King give up His crown
To model the life laying-down?
There is a Deep Magic at work
That Christ loved us too much to shirk
A power so encompassing
It’s worth losing everything
The secret that leaves us in awe
Is we too can see what He saw
If we will give up on our stands
Leaving all things in His hands