These hands, now scarred from years of use These hands, now showing their abuse These hands, still work with care and love These hands, my gift from up above. These hands are typing words for you These hands, spell feelings that are true, These hands send messages of love These hands, my gift from up above. These hands, have worked for you with wood These hands, would hold you if they could. These hands, recall the touch of love These hands, My gift from up above. These hands, caressed your lovely face These hands, remember your embrace These hands have touched the Father’s dove These hands, My gift from up above. These hands, likes his who died for me These hands, will sacrifice for thee These hands, my gift from up above These hands, are symbols of my love

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