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Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin. Daddys hands, were hard as steel when Id done wrong. Daddys hands, werent always gentle But Ive come to understand. There was always love in Daddys hands.
Remember Daddys hands, folded silently in prayer. And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare. 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 my back, for something done right. There are things that Ive forgotten, that I loved about the man, But Ill always remember the love in Daddys hands.
Remember Daddys hands, working 'til they bled. Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed. If I could do things over, Id live my life again. And never take for granted the love in Daddys hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin. Daddys hands, were hard as steel when Id done wrong. Daddys hands, werent always gentle But Ive come to understand. There was always love ..... In Daddys hands.
Daddy's Hands
By: Holly Dunn
