I want to tell you about my best friend
He is a man that stands as tall as the mountains-immovable in his faith
His testimony whispers as the roar of a lion to the hearts of man
One look into his eyes and you see a world of wonder and curiosity
Orbiting around the focus of love towards his fellow men
His feet have walked many miles tracking down dreams and visions
His laughter shines down in a summer suns ray, whistling across a lake, swimming with God's creations
His character resembles that so closely to the Saviour, Jesus Christ,
That one can only tell them apart by the prints on their hands
Christ's hands bear the print of the nail, stained with redeeming drops of blood
Sent to do the Father's will and obeyed faithfully
My best friend, his hands hold the memories of souls uplifted,
His hands have crafted sculptures of diligence and faith
My best friends hands have left an imprint where it matters most
His hands are Christ's hands
