Jewel weaves together imagery and tropes in this song that can be seen as both a Christian hymnal as well as a protest song. Hands are often used as a metaphor for prayer as well as for work, so here she uses the title to signify that she is doing the work of the faithful both through this song and...
[Verse 1]
If I could tell the world just one thing it would be
That we're all okay
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
[Chorus]
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own and
I am never broken
[Verse 2]
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
[Chorus]
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own and
I am never broken
[Post-Chorus]
In the end, only kindness matters
In the end, only kindness matters
[Bridge]
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
[Chorus]
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own and
I am never broken
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own and
I am never broken
We are never broken
[Outro]
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's eyes
Hands was written by Patrick Leonard & Jewel.
Hands was produced by Patrick Leonard.
I think a lot about my hands. For me it’s an image that’s very specific. We used to cut the hay-fields. There was a lot of hay, and we’d be on the tractor for weeks in a row every day, running around in circles. And I would just stare at my hands. I used to write a lot of poetry about hands. Since I...