This is lyric #404

My Father’s Hands
Janet Huderski
@ February 23, 2004

Hands that gently rocked away his tiny infants cries,
Hands that often wiped the tears from troubled teenage eyes,
His hands could be soft or stern, used for reprimand or grace,
When I held my father’s hands, I knew my heavenly father’s face.

We are called to be the feet and hands of our savior dear,
To let others know in times of pain that their Lord is near,
To go forth into this troubled world with encouragement for all.
Those dear hands, my father’s hands were faithful to that call.

Dear Jesus, let him be there when I reach that heavenly place,
So I might find myself once more in Daddy’s warm embrace.

Hands with cuts and blisters, scarred and marred with dirt,
Mute testimony to his family of his sacrifice and hard work,
His were hands that ably mended both broken toys and broken hearts,
When I held my father’s hands, I knew my heavenly Father’s heart.

We are called to be the feet and hands of our savior dear,
To let others know in times of pain that their Lord is near,
To go forth into this troubled world with encouragement for all
Those dear hands, my father’s hands were faithful to that call.

I hope to see his smiling eyes in that heavenly place,
that I might find myself once more in Daddy’s warm embrace.




[This message has been edited by Marty Helly (edited 06-08-2006).]

Janet