Текст песни His Hands - Tennessee Ernie Ford
His
hands
paint
the
flowers
He
puts
leaves
in
the
trees
At
His
whisper,
birds
start
singing
When
my
heart
needs
melodies
Why
I
stray
from
all
His
goodness
My
poor
mind
can't
understand
I'm
to
blame
for
my
misfortune
I
lost
hold
of
His
hands
Those
hands
still
give
me
mercy
Though
I'm
wrong
as
wrong
can
be
If
they
really
gave
me
justice
I'd
be
lost
on
homeless
seas
I've
been
lost
in
the
shuffle
I've
obeyed
the
wrong
command
I'm
going
back
to
the
chapel
In
search
of
His
hands
(Those
hands
still
give
me
mercy)
Though
I'm
wrong
as
wrong
can
be
(If
they
really
gave
me
justice)
I'd
be
lost
on
homeless
seas
I've
been
lost
in
the
shuffle
I've
obeyed
the
wrong
commands
I'm
going
back
to
the
chapel
In
search
of
His
hands
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