Christ has no hands now, but yours
Reaching down deep in the dirt
Covered in the soil, aching from the work
Christ has no hands now, but yours
Christ has no feet now, but yours
Marching for those who can't speak
Calloused and worn, weary, and weak
Christ has no feet now, but yours
And If your heart's breaking, my heart's breaking, too
'Cause if your heart's beating, my heart's beating, too
And if your heart's bleeding, my heart's bleeding, too
'Cause there's no body, there's no body, but you
Christ has no mouth now, but yours
Speaking for those with no voice
And even in the silence, it's cutting through the noise
Christ has no mouth now, but yours
Christ has no eyes now, but yours
Weeping with all those who weep
Bloodshot and strained for those who can't see
Christ has no eyes now, but yours
And if your heart's breaking, my heart's breaking, too
And if your heart's beating, my heart's beating, too
And if your heart's bleeding, my heart's bleeding, too
'Cause there's no body, there's no body, but you
No body
And if your heart's breaking, my heart's breaking, too
'Cause if your heart's beating, my heart's beating, too
And if your heart's bleeding, my heart's bleeding, too
'Cause there's no body, there's no body, but you
