I remember Daddy\u00b4s hands, folded silently in prayer.
\nAnd reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
\nYou could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
\nYears of work and worry had left their mark behind.
\nI remember Daddy\u00b4s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
\nAnd patted my back, for something done right.
\nThere are things that I\u00b4ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
\nBut I\u00b4ll always remember the love in Daddy\u00b4s hands.<\/p>\n
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin\u00b4.
\nDaddy\u00b4s hands, were hard as steel when I\u00b4d done wrong.
\nDaddy\u00b4s hands, weren\u00b4t always gentle
\nBut I\u00b4ve come to understand.
\nThere was always love in Daddy\u00b4s hands.<\/p>\n
I remember Daddy\u00b4s hands, working ’til they bled.
\nSacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
\nIf I could do things over, I\u00b4d live my life again.
\nAnd never take for granted the love in Daddy\u00b4s hands.<\/p>\n
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin\u00b4.
\nDaddy\u00b4s hands, were hard as steel when I\u00b4d done wrong.
\nDaddy\u00b4s hands, weren\u00b4t always gentle
\nBut I\u00b4ve come to understand.
\nThere was always love in Daddy\u00b4s hands.<\/p>\n
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin\u00b4.
\nDaddy\u00b4s hands, were hard as steel when I\u00b4d done wrong.
\nDaddy\u00b4s hands, weren\u00b4t always gentle
\nBut I\u00b4ve come to understand.
\nThere was always love …..
\nIn Daddy\u00b4s hands.<\/p>\n
**Song by Holly Dunn<\/p>\n
My dad died last night. I miss him. But I know he’s in a much better place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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