Loralie: Music
My Mother's Hands
(Loralie)
My Mother’s Hands
Words and music by Loralie Tangen
© 2005 Copyright
My mother’s hands cared for soldiers
Her hands wrote letters for those who had none
Sending the words of the son or the brother
And for some that would never go home
My mother’s hands sewed the dresses
Gave her little girls what she never shared
Growing up poor, she could never forget it
If hard times returned she would be prepared
My mother’s hands, My mother’s hands
Weathered with service, wrinkled with time
Faithful in caring, the hard working kind
My mother’s hands held the scriptures
She took me to church, she made me sit still
She taught me that life won’t be just like I planned it
But things will work out if it’s in the Lord’s will
My mother’s hands played the piano
And she made sure that I learned how too
She said someday you’ll be glad that you practiced
Give your best effort in all that you do
My mother’s hands, My mother’s hands
Weathered with service, wrinkled with time
Faithful in caring, the hard working kind
My mother’s hands washed the dishes
She helped with homework she scrubbed the floor
So many things and I never said thank you
She stayed awake till I came through the door
My mother’s hands held my daughter
She saw the same face as decades ago
And said if she’s half as strong willed as her mother
I know you will have your hands full
My mother’s hands, My mother’s hands
Her precious hands, My mother’s hands
Weathered with service, wrinkled with time
Faithful in caring, may they be mine.