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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
