Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

Grandma’s Hands-Bill Whithers

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,
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’ drop no apple core;
But I don’t have Grandma anymore

If I get to Heaven I’ll look for
Grandma’s hands

~Bill Whithers

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3 Comments»

  SanityFound wrote @

I’ve always loved this song, so symbolic and poetic. Thanks for sharing this one my friend 🙂

  Author wrote @

I really love this poem/song. It made me cry – but in a good way. I’ve never heard it before.

Thank you so much for bringing it to my attention.

  Cordieb wrote @

@SanityFound – I’m glad you like it my friend. Mwah!

@Author. I’m so glad you liked this song. You reminded me of My grandmother in one of your latest posts – thank you for the fond memories. Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.


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