Tiny little hand Tiny little hand round a finger so tight Brought a lot of joy to a mother one night. That same hand held a hammer high, Drove many nails till evening was nigh. That same hand held a loaf of bread, Brake it until five thousand were fed. Someone picked up a hammer one day, Drove a nail through that hand as it lay. That same hand lay very still, It was nailed to a cross on a lonely hill. That same hand is outstretched still, Ready to save whosoever will.