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Hands Like Mine - Enlly Blue
These hands been in water cold as stone
Scrubbed the dirt down to the bone
Held a fever, stitched a seam
Built a family from a dream
They don't shine, they ain't soft to find
They've cracked like roads over time
But they fed mouths and wiped tears dry
And held the weight when no one tried
Hands like mine don't make the news
But they've paid the price and walked in shoes
That carried love and held back pain
Never asked to be repaid
Calloused, tired, still divine
There's a grace in hands like mine
These hands never in water rest
Folded prayer inside my chest
They've broken bread and broke down walls
Gave when I had none at all
You won't see rings or painted grace
But they've touched every sacred place
Bent with work but held the line
Blessed be these hands of mine
Hands like mine don't write the songs
But they've righted so many wrongs
Lifted hearts and dug down roots
Carried sorrow in work boots
They ain't gentle but they shine
Oh Lord, these hands like mine
