Father's Day > Daddy's Hands
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Daddy's Hands
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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 calluses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left
Their mark behind.
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I remember Daddy's hands,
How they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back for something
I'd done right.
There are things I've forgotten
That I loved about that man,
But I'll always remember the love
In Daddy's hands.
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Daddy's hands were soft and kind
When I was crying, 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,
Sacrificed unselfishly
Just to keep us all fed.
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If I could do things over,
I'd live my life again,
And never take for granted
The love in Daddy's hands.
Written by Holly Dunn
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