THAT HAND
(Outlaw Country Ballad – Male Voice)
Verse 1
I sit here staring at this old hand,
A stranger from another time.
Every scar’s a faded story,
Every wrinkle’s another mile.
I remember being young and fearless,
Running wild with big dreams in my eyes.
Back when forever felt like tomorrow…
Before I learned how fast time flies.
That hand…
Played baseball till the sun went down.
That hand…
Wore boxing gloves around this town.
That hand…
Reached out and held another’s.
That hand…
Built a life through blood and blisters.
Pre-Chorus
Funny how one old hand
Can carry an entire lifetime.
HOOK
If Jesus came down today,
And said,
“Son, I’ll answer one question…
Ask me anything.”
I’d fall down on my knees and say…
Jesus… please…
Could You give me just a little more time?
Time to make right
Everything I made wrong.
Let me mend the hearts I broke.
Let me carry the pain
From the ones I’ve hurt.
If You grant me one miracle…
Please…
Give me more time.
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Verse 2
That hand’s been black with oil and dirt,
Working daylight into dark.
That hand held onto family
When goodbye broke every heart.
That hand held my daughter first…
Then my son with thankful tears.
Later held my grandbabies…
The greatest blessings of my years.
That hand held Mama’s hand…
Till Heaven called her home.
That hand held Daddy’s hand…
So he wouldn’t leave alone.
That hand held Myra close
When her world fell apart.
And every night those folded hands
Prayed straight from this old heart.
(Repeat Hook)
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Bridge
This old picture stopped me cold today…
Took me back through every mile.
Every wrinkle…
A tear I cried.
Every wrinkle…
A battle survived.
Every wrinkle…
A broken heart.
Every wrinkle…
A brand-new start.
Every wrinkle…
Addiction.
Recovery.
Failure.
Forgiveness.
Pain…
Joy…
Grace.
They’re reminders
Of exactly where I came from…
And proof that God never gave up on me.
Thank You,
Jesus Christ…
For saving a man
Who should’ve never made it this far.
For letting me grow old…
With weathered hands…
And a grateful heart.
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FINAL CHORUS (Bigger, emotional, almost spoken at first)
If Jesus came down today,
And said…
“One question…
That’s all you get.”
I wouldn’t ask for money.
I wouldn’t ask for fame.
I wouldn’t ask for another tomorrow
Just for myself.
I’d look Him in the eyes…
And say…
**Jesus…
Please…
Give me enough time
To right all my wrongs…
Let me love harder.
Forgive quicker.
Hold my family tighter.
Heal the hearts I helped break.
And when my time finally comes…
Let these old hands
Be remembered…
Not for the mistakes they made…
But for the love they learned to give.**
Outro
These hands built a life.
These hands buried loved ones.
These hands raised a family.
These hands learned to pray.
And when they’re folded
Across my chest one final time…
I hope the last hand I ever hold…
Is Yours.
