Forever - Jaco Mostert

Show me your hands my Lord

Sign me a language of grace

Through those holes you birthed a nation

Every bruise a carved name

In the palm of your salvation

You a living portrait

Nailed against the walls of time

Forever

As you break bread for us the word by your hands

Sever

And conduct music

In the darkest core of my inner ear

And a private silence grips me

Moves me into your presence

Where only your breath lingers

I am your blood rose

I have been carved into you

I am the healed hole in your hands