Grandpas Hands

I remember Grandpas hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Grandpas hands, how they held my Grandma tight,
And patted my back, for something I'd done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Grandpas hands.

Grandpas hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Grandpas hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Grandpas hands, weren't always gentle
But grew to understand.
There was always love in Grandpas hands.