Chorus:
The hands that touch my feet can feel my heart, He reaches right into the deepest
part
Where I may try to hide, some secret pain inside, He sees every callous, every
scar
When he sees my feet I’m wracked with so much shame, The condition of
my heart is just the same.
And I pray it doesn’t show cause it’s killing me to know
That the hands that touch my feet can feel my heart
Verse 1:
It’s only water, no big deal, It’s not as though my feet have not
been washed before.
But I am struggling, with how to feel. To see the master kneel before me on
the floor
Verse 2:
His loving hands, wipe away, All the dirt and filth from all the
miles I’ve crossed
It’s oddly quiet, what could I say, As living water bares each wound those
miles have caused
Bridge:
They are tattered and un-kept, they are pungent from the sweat.
And I don’t know why He doesn’t turn away.
He looks up into my face, and I am overwhelmed by grace
And the mercy I find there I can’t explain.
Chorus:
The hands that touch my feet can feel my heart, He reaches right into the deepest
part
Where I may try to hide, some secret pain inside, He sees every callous, every
scar
When he sees my feet I’m wracked with so much shame, The condition of
my heart is just the same.
And I pray it doesn’t show cause it’s killing me to know
That the hands that touch my feet can feel my heart
Released 4/27/08 • © 2008
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