His Hands

There were a lot of things In his touch. Sometimes the slightest whisper, Ooh, it could hurt so much. I could feel him coming near me, His little noises and such. Then my man Would lay his hands On me. Touch me in a way That a man should. Bring me to passions, mm, That only he could. Answer some earthly need whenever, Whenever he would. When my man Would lay his hands On me. Ooh. All the kindness And protection. Mm. The tenderness And the care. When he was happy, Ooh, goodness me. But then when he was scared. Oh, oh, when he was scared. Those hands took on a life, a life on Death. They were vicious, And they were small. But they were big enough to keep This woman's back Against the wall. Oh, I. Oh, Lord, I didn't ask for it, Not a love or anything else. Not the years I spent in this world of A man that only loved himself. No, I didn't ask for it. Oh, God, It's mine now. Your hands Are In in my my mind mind and my And my soul. soul, But, but, Lord, Lord, it's it's you, you it's you and me That live there. Power. Oh, oh, oh. I will pity that, I will pity that beautiful Man. And Lord, I will bless his path. We were both just wounded children. Ooh, and our love, thank God it didn't last. There's a lot of things, Lord, In your touch. Sometimes your slightest whisper moves me so much. Your grace and your forgiveness, Oh, the whole world can touch. When my Lord My Lord Lay your hand Lays His hand On Me. Ooh, mm, mm, mm, mm. When my God My God Oh, you rest your gentle loving hands Lays his Hand On me.