Daddy's Hands
I remember daddys hands
folded silently in prayer
and reaching out to hold me
when I had a nightmare
and you could read quite a story
in the callouses and lines
years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember daddys hands how they held my mama tight
and patted by back for something done right.
There are things that Ive forgotten that I
loved about that man
But I'll always remember, the love in daddy's hands
(CHORUS)
Daddy's hands were soft and kind
when I was crying
Daddys hands were hard as steel
When I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands were not always gentle
But I've grown to understand
There is always love in daddy's hands.
I remember daddys hands working til they bled
sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us fed
If i dould do things over, I'd live my life again
and never take for granted the love in daddy's hands.
In loving memory of my dad
and my "lil blue"
you are forever in my heart
