I remember Daddy's hands folded silently in prayer
and reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare.
You could read quiet a story in the callouses and
lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy's hands, how they held my Mama tight
and patted my back for something I'd done right.
There are things I've forgotten that I loved about
that man,
but I'll always remember the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands, were soft and kind when I was crying.
Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong.
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle,
but I've come to understand,
there was always love in Daddy's hands.
I remember Daddy's hands working till they bled,
sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I'd live my life again,
and never take for granted the love in Daddy's hands.
Written and Performed by Holly Dunn (1986)
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