In his hands was the power of healing
In His feet was the promise of Good News
In His eyes was compassion for the needy
In His voice was authority endued
In His side was the scar than proved His dying
On His brow, thorny insults and cruel lies
On His back were the stripes that bought our healing
In His heart was the grief that brought new life
These are the marks of the body of our Savior
These are the signs of His life poured out for us
These are the things that prove His overflowing love for all mankind
These are the marks of the body of Christ
In His touch there’s release for every captive
In His thoughts there’s awareness of our need
In His breath there is life for all the lifeless
In His steps there’s assurance where He leads
By His side there’s embrace for all the lonely
In His grip there’s security and peace
In His arms there is strength for all the weary
In His reach there’s enough for every need
Do our hands display His power?
Do our feet provide Good News?
Do our eyes see with compassion?
Does our voice speak forth His truth?
If we’re called as His disciples
And His name is what we wear
Then the marks of Jesus’ bod
Will be the marks that we bear