I remember Daddy's hands, folded silently in prayer. And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare. You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines. Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy's hands, how they held my Mama tight, and patted my back for something done right. There are things that I've forgotten, that I loved about the man, but I'll always remember the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'. Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong. Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand. There was always love in Daddy's hands.
I remember Daddy's hands, working 'til they bled. Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed. If I could do things over, I'd live my life again. And never take for granted the love in Daddy's hands.
There was always love in Daddy's hands.
Words by Holly Dunn.

























