The Hand Song

I was listening to my shuffle mix on the bus today when The Hand Song by Nickel Creek came on. Out of the blue I found myself getting all misty-eyed. Sheesh.

Then walking to the office it came on again. Hmm. *ahem*. Whew. Boy, the dust sure is bad today. Got *ahem* something in my *sniff* eye.

*sigh* – I’m such a sap . . .

He still remembers that night as child

On his mother’s knee

She held him close and she opened her bible

And quietly started to read

And seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out

“Momma, he’s got some scars just like me.”

And he knew it was love

It was one he could understand

He was showing his love

And that’s how he hurt his hands


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