Scars In The Hands Of Jesus
 

My eyes haven't seen, nor have my ears heard
 what the Father has in store

But when I hear the sound of a sweet singing bird, 
I'm closer than I've been before

To that heavenly home, built by God alone, 
according to His perfect plan.

Where the only thing there that's been made by man 
Are the scars in the hands of Jesus.

Yes, I'm headed for a home built by God alone. 
Hallelujah, Praise the Lord I am. 
Where the only thing there that's been made by man
 Are the scars in the hands of Jesus.

When I see a mountain covered 
with snow that's fallen from heaven above, 
It makes me feel small, hardly nothing at all, 
to know I'll be a part of That mansion world 
where the gates of pearl are opened by an angel band,

And the only thing there that's been made by man 
are the scars in the hands of Jesus.

Yes, I'm headed for a home built by God alone.
 Hallelujah, Praise the Lord I am.

Where the only thing there that's been made by man 
Are the scars in the hands of Jesus.

Where the only thing there that's been made by man 
Are the scars in the hands of Jesus.