Love drips down to the ground, a puddle of red I wish to jump in and drown.
The one who it belongs to I have just found. His head hanging down, yet my head I hold so high.
My life I have, for He has just died. I can’t help to stand here and cry, I can’t help to ask, why?
What I would do to touch and kiss those two hands, for they are the reason my life flies.
For it is in those two hands that my heart lies.
Sweet Jesus, oh how I love thee. He will be back some day, those two hands, we will all see. I pray for that day, maybe soon, it will be. That day I pray, my eyes to see.
The hands of Jesus did not die. I see a vision, the red puddle is all dry.
–Dave Harlon
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