These hands has rejoice
They gave him praise
These hands have seen better days
These hands never fold
Unless in prayer
These hands do not break
Only repair
These hands have covered gasps
From astonishment to fear
When found in situations
That were hard to grasp
These hands cradle the head
Of the man who gave them birth
When found by his bed
These hands prayed to the Lord
Beggin’ for mercy
To not let yesterday be his final word
These hands have punched floors
Out of anger and hurt
They punched numbers
While making a headrest out of a Bible case and shirt
These hands have ran
Through hair
Free them into the air
Out of despair
These hands have patted eyes dry
Thank the Lord for another try