My Father�s hands made this church
He laid each stone of its foundation
Every pew was carved by Him
Every nail was His creation

He set the beams on which the steeple rests
And He made the cross that sits up on its crest

He laid the floor on which we stand
Every board felt His fingers
The light that shines through each pane
Helps us know His presence lingers

But, this old church is more than brick and stone
And my Father�s hands, they never worked alone

I can see the fingerprints
Of every soul that came here before me
Of every woman, child and man
Who made this church
A special place
Where I feel safe
In my Father�s hands

I close my eyes and see this church
A tapestry of vivid colors
I see my face in woven light
One among a thousand others

And every face helps me understand
How gently God holds us in his hands

I can see His fingerprints
On every soul that prays here beside me
On every woman, child and man
Who makes this church
A special place
Where I feel safe
In my Father�s hands

This old church is more than brick and stone
And my Father�s hands, they never worked alone

I can see the fingerprints
Of every soul that came here before me
Of every woman, child and man
Who made this church
A special place
Where I feel safe
In my Father�s hands

Copyright 2003 David Elon Preston

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