His Hands

[Verse 1]

There were a lot of things in his touch

Sometimes the slightest whisper could hurt so much

I could feel him coming nearer, his little noises and such

And then my man would lay his hands on me

[Verse 2]

He might touch me the way a man should sometimes

Bring me to passions that only he could

Answer some earthly need whenever he would

When my man would lay his hands on me

[Bridge]

Oh, the kindness and protection

The tenderness and the care

When he was happy, goodness me

But then when he was scared

Those hands they took on a life undead

They were vicious and they were small

But big enough to keep this woman's back

Against the wall

Lord, I didn't ask for it

Not the love or anything else

Not the years spent in the world

Of a man that only loved himself

I didn't ask for it

But, God, it is mine now

Those hands are in my mind and soul

But, Lord, it's you and me

That make their power

And I will pity that beautiful man

And, Lord, I will bless his path

We were both just wounded children

In a love that, thank God, didn't last

[Verse 3]

There's a lot of things in, Lord, your touch

Sometimes your slightest whisper moves me so much

Your grace and your forgiveness the whole world and such

When you

You lay your hands

On me

[Outro]

Yes when you

Lord, rest your gentle hands

On me

On me