His Hands - Hank Snow

His hands paint the flowers

He puts leaves on the trees

At his whisper birds start singing

When my heart needs melodies

Why I strayed from all his goodness

My poor mind can’t understand

I’m to blame for my misfortune

I lost hold of his hands

Those hands that gave me mercy

When I’m wrong as wrong can be

If they really gave me justice

I’d be lost on homeless sea

I’ve been lost in the shuffle

I’ve obeyed the wrong commands

I’m going back to the chapel

In search of his hands

Those hands that gave me mercy