These Hands

These Hands - Mac Wiseman

These hands aren't the hands

Of a gentleman

These hands are calloused and old

These hands raised a family

These hands built a home

Now

These hands raised to praise the lord

These hands won the heart of my loved one

And with hers they were never alone

If these hands filled their task then

What more could you ask

For these fingers

Have worked to the bone

Now don't try to judge me

By what you'd like me be

For my life hasn't but

A success

While

Some people have power

But still they grieve

While these hands brought me happiness

Now I'm tired and I'm old and

I haven't much gold

Maybe things ain't been all that I planned

Lord above hear my plea when it's time

To judge me

Take a look at these hard working hands

Now I'm tired and I'm old and

I haven't much gold

Maybe things ain't been all that I planned

Lord above hear my plea when it's time

To judge me

Take a look at these hard working hands