Daddy's Hands

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 that man
but I'll always remember the love in Daddy's Hands.

Daddy's Hands were soft and kind when I was crying
Daddy's hands were hard as Steele 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 till they bled
Sacrifices 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

Daddy's Hands were soft and kind when I was crying
Daddy's Hands were hard as Steele 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.

Daddy's Hands were soft and kind when I was crying
Daddy's Hands were hard as Steele 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.

There was always love in Daddy's Hands.


My Dad asked me to sing this song by Holly Dunn at his funeral, maybe he knew that I would need it to help me cope with the loss later. I often find myself singing this song, and just remembering, just thinking about what a great man my father was. I miss him so much it hurts, but strangely this extremely difficult task of singing this song has helped me, and given me a mechanism to work through the pain.