His Hands

There were a lot of things in his touch; sometimes the

slightest whisper could hurt so much

Could feel him coming nearer

His little noises and such

And then my man

Would lay his hands on me

He might touch me the way a man should sometimes

Bring me to passion that only he could

Answers on earthly

When ever he would

When my man would lay his hands on me

All the kindness and protection

The tenderness and the care

When he was happy goodness me

But then when he was scared

Those hands they took on a life undid

They where vicious and they where small

But big enough to keep this woman's back against the

wall

Lord, I didn't ask for it

Not the love or anything else

Not that you spent in the world a man

That only loved himself

I didn't ask for it

But god it is my now

Those hands are in my mind and soul

But lord it is you and me that make their power

I will pity that beautiful man

And lord I will bless his pants (parents?)

We where both just one day children

And a love that they got didn't last

There's a lot of things in Lord your touch

Sometimes your slightest whisper moves me so much

Your grace and your forgiveness

a whole world of such

When you, you lay your hands on me

Yes when you Lord rest your gentle hands on me