Forgotten Hands
Hardened hands, from working long,
Wishing the hours to be gone,
And every day, it's the same old song
Yet he pushes past the misery,
And thinks only of his family,
Even though it's more than he can stand,
He tells himself this is what it is to be a working man,
Even though they make me who I am, his are the forgotten hands,
Hands of Patience
Hands of Hope
Strong hands to say I'll never be alone
Hands of promise, Hands from above,
These are the hands of God's love.
Soft hands
A softer heart
Together they work the day from the start
Planning, Cleaning, Dreaming, and Doing.
Packing, and Saving, Hugging, and Holding
Pushing past the weariness
Thinking only of us.
Sometimes it's more than she can bear
But she's reminded of all those who need her there,
And even though they make me who I am,
But hers are the forgotten hands.
Hands of Patience
Hands of Hope
Strong hands to say I'll never be alone
Hands of Promise
Hands from above,
These are the hands of God's love.
Bloodied hands
A shattered heart
With each breath his soul and body beg to part.
He grits his teeth, and bears sins load,
Surrendering Himself to death's demand,
He just wants to go home,
But He will save the world as a whole.
Pressing through the separation of Father and son,
He sends a victory cry to the sky,
Battle Won.
And though they make me who I am,
His are the forgotten hands.
Hands of Patience
Hands of love
Strong Hands to say I'll never be alone.
Hands of promise
Hands from above
These are the hands of God's love.
Remember the Forgotten Hands