Monday, March 5, 2012

I shouldn't be posting...


because of the mass amounts of things to do on my to-do list... but I am.


This song played today by Nickel Creek and it wrenches my heart in a good way whenever I listen to it. I had forgotten about it until today.


"The Hand Song"

The boy only wanted to give mother something,
and all of her roses had bloomed.

Looking at him as he came rushing in,
knowing her roses were doomed.

All she could see were some thorns buried deep,
and tears that he cried as she tended his wounds.

And she knew it was love, it was one she could understand.
He was showing his love and that's how he hurt his hands.

He still remembers that night as a child, on his mothers knee.
She held him close as she opened her Bible, and quietly started to read.

Then, seeing a picture of Jesus, he cried out,
"Mama, 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.

Now the boy is grown and moved out on his own
when Uncle Sam comes along.
Foreign affair, but our young men are there
and luck had his number drawn.
It wasn't long 'til our hero was gone,
he gave to a friend what he learned from the cross.

But they knew it was love, it was one they could understand.
He was showing his love and that's how he hurt his hands.

It was one they could understand.
He was showing his love
and that's how he hurt his hands.

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