Lyrics

[Intro]
[Piano melody with light drums]
[Chorus]
What do these hands create?
Tell me what these hands create
When I give it all to You
What do these hands create?
[Verse 1]
Monday morning at the workshop table
Rough wood beneath my fingertips, I'm able
To see the beauty hidden in the grain
Every cut and curve, I speak Your name
Not about the skill, it's something deeper
Every piece I shape, You are the keeper
Of this gift that flows right through my soul
Making something new from what is old
[Chorus]
What do these hands create?
Tell me what these hands create
When I give it all to You
What do these hands create?
[Verse 2]
People ask me how I learned this craft
I point above, they think that I'm daft
But I know the truth of where it comes
This talent ain't my own, it's from
The One who shaped the mountains high
Who painted colors in the sky
Each morning when I start to work
I remember where these blessings lurk
[Bridge]
[Heavy guitars build with drums]
(Thank You for this gift)
(Thank You for this path)
[Musical intensity builds]
[Verse 3]
Every chisel stroke becomes a prayer
Every finished piece shows that You care
Not about perfection or acclaim
Just grateful that You speak my name
Through wood and stone and morning light
Through simple ways to make things right
I'll use these hands to serve Your way
That's all I'm really trying to say
[Chorus]
What do these hands create?
Tell me what these hands create
When I give it all to You
What do these hands create?
[Outro]
[Fading guitar riffs with piano melody]