Little Hands

Your blood speaks a better word
Your love speaks a better word
(Speaking mercy, mercy; speaking lovely, lovely)
There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus
Where are your accusers now, where are your accusers now
With a mighty hand and an outstretched arm
You are the God who saves, Deliverer Your name
You put the ring upon my finger, You put the robe upon my back
You throw Your arms around me and say
«You are my son, my daughter, don’t forget»