Jesus, Lifting Up His Hands. 

1. Down in the valley people work and play,
Never thinking much from day to day.
Never once do they look up to the hills above,
They’re alive, to them that’s quite enough. 

Suddenly a voice calls from the hill above,
“Look up! Come follow me!”
They look up, he’s lifting up his hands-
“There’s nothing I can’t do, come follow me!

You want power, I can give it to you-
Pleasure like you’ve never known before!
The riches of this world I hold within my hands –
Whatever you desire, I’ll give you more!

 “ One by one, two by two, I watch them go.
He’s beautiful, he glitters and he glows.
But they don’t seem to see the awful emptiness,
The blackness, the hate and death within.

2. On another hill I hear a gentle call-
I look up, and I see Him there.
Jesus, lifting up His hands-
Dying for a world that doesn’t care.

Jesus, shining with His love so free-
Light, glory, peace and life within.
A few stop and look, they hear His voice,
Heaven and hell wait as they make their choice. 

Jesus says so softly: “Will you follow Me?
It won’t be easy, it’s a long, hard road.
You’ll suffer, you’ll have to give up everything,
But always I’ll be there to share your load.

I’m preparing a place for those who follow Me,
Where together we’ll spend eternity.”
So many don’t even seem to hear Him,
But some lay down their lives and follow Him.