Beautiful are the hands that reach down,
and mend this broken heart.
Who wipes away my tears,
and steals away all my fears.
Beautiful are the words He speaks,
Peace be still to my soul,
when the storms are raging through.
Beautiful are the eyes that keep watch
over this life of mine,
Each night and day he never sleeps,
He is caring for His own.
Beautiful are the feet that walk beside me everyday,
Guiding me through each step of my life,
I know he will see me through.
How Beautiful is My Jesus to Me.
He is always there, lighting my way.
Beautiful are the hands that touch my life,
and bring healing in my my soul.
Oh How beautiful My Lord is to me,
and forever will be in my life
I cant thank Him enough
for what He's done for me.
By Wanda Jess, Feb27,2005
