These Hands

These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman These hands are calloused and old These hands raised a family, these hands built a home Now these hands raised to praise the Lord These hands won the heart of my loved one And with hers they were never alone If these hands filled their task then what more could you ask For these fingers have worked to the bone Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be For my life hasn't been a success Some people have power but still they grieve While these hands brought me happiness Now I'm tired and I'm old and I haven't much gold Maybe things ain't been all that I planned Lord above hear my plea when it's time to judge me Take a look at these hard working hands Take a look at these hard working hands