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 raise 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 one ask?

For these fingers have worked to the bone

Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like to be

For my life hasn't been a success

Yet some people have power and a-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

God above, hear my plea when it's time to judge me

Take a look at these hard workin' hands

God above, hear my plea when it's time to judge me

Take a look at these hard workin' hands