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