Gordon Mote - Wounded hands

With hopes and^C dreams completely crumbled My life ^Fwas built on sin^Cking sand bowed ^Ambeneath the weight ^Fof sorrow Till I^C was touched by wounded hands Wounded^F hands of the S^Caviour Gently^F took this shattered ^Amheart ^Gand every ^Cbroken^F piece ^Cwas mended ^Fby ^Cthe hands th^Gat held the^C scars ^{F C G C C}Darkness held the^F cross ^Cof suffering where grace ^Fwould answer sins d^Cemands My a^Amccounts completely^F settled The price w^Cas paid ^Gby wounde^Cd hands Wounded h^Fands of the ^CSaviour Gently ^Ftook this shattered ^Amheart ^G and every ^Cbroken^F piece ^Cwas mended

^Fby the ^Chands th^Gat held t^Che scars ^{F C} Wound^Fed hands of the ^CSaviour Gently ^Ftook this shattered ^Amheart ^G and every ^Cbroke^Fn piece ^Cwas mended ^Fby ^Cthe hands^G that held the scars ^C