His Hands

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

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

All the kindness and protection
The tenderness and the care
And 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

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

Yes when you
Lord rest your gentle hands
On me
On me