Gotta learn those words

So, Sister D. asked me to sing in church next Sunday. I cannot recall a solo ever sung by myself before....oh wait. I think I had one line to sing in South Pacific or something in HS.
Anyways, I am more of a duet or quartet or choir kind of gal. I just don't want to feel like I am either not singing right or that I am showing off. I don't know how to explain it. I feel great at home singing to my kids, but then I can't seem to ever want to do it for others.

Anyways, I chose "His Hands" by Kenneth Cope. I love it. I have had the music since my freshman year in college and I have never been asked to sing a solo and this is a solo. I cannot remember the 2nd verse, however, so I have chosen to type it here hoping to remember the words better. I have the 1st and last, but not the second. I hope that you enjoy the words as much as I do, and with the music it is beautiful...Thank you Sister R. for accompanying me!

vs 1--His hands, tools of creation, stronger than nations, power without end.
And yet through them we find our truest friend.
His hands, sermons of kindness, healing men's blindness, halting years of pain, Children waiting to be held again.
His hands would serve His whole life thro', showing man what hands might do, giving, ever giving endlessly, Each day was filled with selflessness, and I'll not rest 'til I make of my hands what they could be, 'til these hands become like those from Galilee.
vs 2--His hands, warming a beggar, lifting a leper, calling back the dead.
Breaking bread, five thousand fed.
His hands, hushing contention, pointing to heaven, ever free of sin, Then bidding man to follow Him.
His hands would serve His whole life thro', showing man what hands might do, giving, ever giving endlessly, Each day was filled with selflessness, and I'll not rest 'til I make of my hands what they could be, 'til these hands become like those from Galilee.
vs 3--His hands clasp in agony as He lay pleading, bleeding in the garden, While just moments away, other hands betray Him out of greed, shameful greed.
And then His hands are trembling straining to carry the beam that they'd be nailed to, As He stumbles through the streets heading for the hill on which he'd die, He would die.
They take His hands, His mighty hands, those gentle hands and then they pierce them, they pierce them, He lets them because of love.
From birth to death was selflessness, and clearly now I see Him with His hands calling to me.
And though I'm not yet as I would be, He has shown me how I could be.
I will make my hands like those from Galilee.

You can listen to it here at the right of our blog. Just push the play triangle.
I am not going to sing the intro, just the part where the girl starts singing "His Hands..."