Gifted Hands

I remember the day that he came in I can't believe how long it's been Like a poet, he began to play Just an old friend that hung with the band A drinkin' man he had no plan But he played the 'Bird... Played it for free 'Cause I know he's here He's everywhere Take a look around oh and you will see That cross we bear It's in the air Lord we thank you for these gifted hands There are demons we live with every day That tear at our hearts and take us away To another place Some of us don't get back This song is for the hands of the workin' man Who believes in himself and he understands Love, hope, and faith are The Maker's plan 'Cause I know he's here He's everywhere Take a look around oh and you will see That cross we bear It's in the air Lord we thank you for these gifted hands One day we'll all take that ride And with those gifted hands I know you'll fly [Rest in Peace Billy Powell. You are sorely missed]