A Grandmothers Hands,
So aged and feeble.
Rough like the sand,
And cracked with wrinkles.

A Grandmothers Hands,
Many years they’ve served,
They’ve brushed away tears,
The pain they have burned.

A Grandmothers Hands,
Wisdom they hold,
That built a home,
A family to mold.

A Grandmothers Hands,
So old and weak,
Are still used for God,
In worship to the King.

A Grandmothers Hands