These Hands

These hands ain't the hands of a gentleman
These hands are calloused and old
These hands raised a family
These hands raised 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
If these hands fill 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 ain't been much success
While some people have power, still they grieve
While these hands brought me happiness

Now I'm tired and I'm old
And I ain't got 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

Now I'm tired and I'm old
And I ain't got 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

Take a look at these hard-workin' hands