My Father's Hand

[Verse]
Out in the field at the break of dawn,
My father's hands, weathered and worn,
Tilled the soil with a gentle grace,
Etched with time and a quiet pace.
[Verse 2]
Mamaw’s kitchen, warm and sweet,
Biscuits baking, made life complete,
With every meal, every prayer we said,
Mirrored his hands, the life he led.
[Chorus]
In my father's hands, I see the past,
Rivers of sweat that forever last,
Every line tells a story too,
Of strength and love, pure and true.
[Verse 3]
Evening shadows, fading light,
He taught me wrong and he taught me right,
Under the old oak, 'neath the stars,
His wisdom shone in those hands of ours.
[Verse 4]
Summer nights, with fireflies,
Dreams took flight under moonlit skies,
He'd strum his guitar, sing soft and low,
Notes that told what words can't show.
[Chorus]
In my father's hands, I see the past,
Rivers of sweat that forever last,
Every line tells a story too,
Of strength and love, pure and true.