The Hand Song

The boy only wanting to give mother something And all of her roses had bloomed Looking at him as he came rushing in with them 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 mother's knee She held him close and 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's grown and moved out on his own When Uncle Sam comes along A foreign affair but our young men were there And luck had his number drawn It wasn't that long 'til our hero was gone He gave to a friend what he'd 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