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"