Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Those hands that held me when I cried,
Those hands that never left my side.
Those hands that worked through heat and cold,
More precious far than gems or gold.
Those hands would lift in late-night prayer,
Folded low with quiet care.
They fed my fear, they soothed my shame,
And called me loved by name.
[Pre-Chorus]
I see the lines, I see the scars,
A whole sky written on your palms.
You carried more than I could know,
And made a garden from the stone.
[Chorus]
Those hands, those hands
Held me through the rain
Those hands, those hands
Took my hurt and pain
(I remember, I remember)
Those hands still stay the same
Those hands, those hands
Blessed my life again
[Verse 2]
Those hands packed lunch and mended seams,
Wiped my face and chased my dreams.
They closed the door on every doubt,
And pulled me back when I was out.
When I was reckless, running wild,
You reached for me like I was still your child.
No throne, no crown, no place above
Just holy work and stubborn love.
[Pre-Chorus]
I hear the songs you used to hum,
Right in the cracks where hope had come.
You lifted me from dust and fear,
And left your kindness ringing here.
[Chorus]
Those hands, those hands
Held me through the rain
Those hands, those hands
Took my hurt and pain
(I remember, I remember)
Those hands still stay the same
Those hands, those hands
Blessed my life again
[Bridge]
If I could hand you every flower
From every field I’ve walked,
If I could gather up the hours
You gave me when I stopped,
I’d lay them down right at your feet
And thank the Lord above
For every scar and every crease
That taught me how to love
[Final Chorus]
Those hands, those hands
Held me through the rain
Those hands, those hands
Took my hurt and pain
(I remember, I remember)
Those hands still stay the same
Those hands, those hands
Blessed my life again
(Those hands)
(Those hands)
Style
gospel ballad with slow 6/8 sway and gentle pianobrushed drumsand warm organ swells; verse stays intimate with solo vocal and sparse keyspre-chorus opens into stacked harmonieschorus blooms with a small choir and handclaps. bridge drops to voice and pianothen final chorus adds strings and ad-libbed responses. close-mic leadtender but powerfulglossy and warm.
Prompt
Verse 1Those hands that held me when I cried,Those hands that never left my side.Those hands that worked through heat and cold,More precious far than gems or gold.
Those hands would lift in late-nigh
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XenialSample554GeneratedApr 30, 2026
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