(Verse 1)
Soldiers cradle children in trembling arms,
Juice bottle toys in a world without calm.
A starving baby, no mother’s milk,
An old woman’s hands shake on thin plastic silk.
Soccer games play on broken ground,
In a world where hunger and hope are found.
My brother in arms, his heart in the deed,
A doctor whispers, “I can’t fix this need.”
(Pre-Chorus)
But in the chaos, a baby’s born,
And people rush to water, tired and worn.
Tears and smiles weave through the street,
In the dust, the light and the heat.
(Chorus)
We are the helping hands of Haiti,
Bringing love where the world looks away.
Through the fire, the flood, the ache, the cry,
We are His hands, we are His eyes.
Among the rubble, we stand and pray,
To lift the fallen, clear the way.
Though the earth may shake, the heart still stands,
We are the helping hands, the helping hands of Haiti.
(Verse 2)
A hung sheet home, a broken cot,
A five-star place when you’ve got not.
A nurse collapses in the heat,
A boy with a stick plays on the street.
Flags of nations, peace and pain,
Helicopters fly through hunger and rain.
Bags of food with emblems worn,
From distant lands, where hope is born.
(Pre-Chorus)
I hear the roosters before the dawn,
Feel the sweat as the day goes on.
With every wound and every tear,
I see the Savior’s love appear.
(Chorus)
We are the helping hands of Haiti,
Bringing love where the world looks away.
Through the fire, the flood, the ache, the cry,
We are His hands, we are His eyes.
Among the rubble, we stand and pray,
To lift the fallen, clear the way.
Though the earth may shake, the heart still stands,
We are the helping hands, the helping hands of Haiti.
(Bridge)
The Savior walks in these dusty streets,
Through every smile, through every need.
And though the evil lurks around,
It’s love, not fear, that holds this ground.
With tender strength and steady sword,
We guard the weak, we serve the Lord.
(Final Chorus)
We are the helping hands of Haiti,
Bringing love where the world looks away.
Through the fire, the flood, the ache, the cry,
We are His hands, we are His eyes.
Among the rubble, we stand and pray,
To lift the fallen, clear the way.
Though the earth may shake, the heart still stands,
We are the helping hands, the helping hands of Haiti.