We've always loved the ancient cry of the Psalm, "Bless the Lord, O my soul," but something stirred in us to wonder about worship beyond the spiritual realm to be all-encompassing. What if the hands that fold in prayer were also meant to carry kindness, and the feet that walk to church were designed to walk with mercy into the world?

"Bless the Lord O My Hands" was born from this longing to see worship spill beyond Sunday morning into the ordinary moments of Monday afternoon. Each verse becomes an invitation to discover the sacred in the mundane—how a smile can become an offering, how listening ears transform into instruments of healing grace.

The bridge draws from the timeless hymn lyrics: "Take my love my Lord I pour at Your feet its treasure store." Here, the song deepens from action to abandon, from doing for God to being utterly His. It's the recognition that our hands, our feet, our very breath are not our own but are like great perfume — used for the benefit of others.

We hope this song helps you discover the grandiosity of God's kingdom and how every atom of your being can bless the Lord. Every act of kindness can become a doxology, every moment of mercy a psalm. May this song help our churches become walking prayers in a world desperate for the touch of God's grace.