Lyrics These Hands

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
And if these hands filled their task what more could you ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone

Now don't try to judge me by what you'd have me be
For my life hasn't been a success
While some people have power and still they grieve
While these hands brought me happiness

Now I'm tired and I'm old
Ain't got much gold
Maybe things ain't been all that I've planned
But God above hear my plea
When it's time to judge me

Take a look at these hard working hands
Take a look at these hard working hands