In Her Hands

Red-headed girl meets her dark-haired knight
Years of tender touches, she turns him white
Together, forever, with God they made their plans
Decades have past, and where is his heart?
It’s in her hands

It’s in her touch
It’s in her hold
Her forgiving embrace—
Years of labor
A Lifetime of love—
It’s in her hands

Five babies born in the blink of an eye
So many prayers and a lifetime of lullabies
 “Are they grown? Where has time gone?”
She sighs, “Where is that grandbaby of mine?”
It’s in her hands.

It’s in her touch
It’s in her hold
Her forgiving embrace—
Years of labor
A Lifetime of love—
It’s in her hands

Aged, bent, but so steady
Reassuring, soft, ever-ready

And all who have come to know her well
Are reminded of the One whom for us fell
In her we see the scars in Another’s hands—
A bright Reflection of His grace
It’s in her hands.

It’s in her touch
It’s in her hold
Her forgiving embrace—
Years of labor
A Lifetime of love—
It’s in her hands

Red-headed girl meets her dark-haired knight .

Indie-rock ballad, male/female harmonies. Hushed vocals, raw guitar, cello. Soulful tribute to life & love. Minimalist