Grandma's Hands

Grandma’s hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands used to issue out a warning
She’d say
Billy don’t you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma’s hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma’s hands used to lift her face and tell her, she’d say
Baby grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus’ hands
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands used to hand me piece of candy’
Grandma’s hands picked me up each time I fell
Grandma’s hands boy they really came in handy, she’d say
Matty don’t you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for
He didn’t drop no apple core
But I don’t have grandma anymore
If I get to heaven I’ll look for my grandma’s hands