He Washed My Hands
He washed my hands, to all that I have done, and cleansed my soul by the love of
just one. I have walked a mile in another man’s shoes.
And felt the sorrow in a man who sings the blues. I have lost my way a time or
two, but found it back thanks to you. The prayers you answered, I did not see for
pride and ignorance blinded me.
I prayed for my father, and age fifteen he came for me. But I was mad and have
felt so alone I couldn’t say I love you, to late now he’s already gone. On his death
bed I tried to hold his hand and say the things I should’ve said. It was only his
nerves the doctors say
He did not mean to snatch away. But Lord, please tell me why does this haunt
me today? Why did I not see, before it was too late? I will not give up, I will not
loose faith. But right now you must know I am so afraid tonight, tomorrow, and
even today. I know you are there and I will always pray. I trust your guidance will
not lead me a stray, that your words will give me faith. And the strength I need for
another day.
Copyright © Roger Anderson | Year Posted 2006
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