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“Daddy’s Hands”

Photo by Lindsey Turner on Flickr Creative Commons
This song came out when I was about fourteen years old and I remember just loving the chorus and finding comfort in it. My dad and I danced to this song at my wedding, twenty-one years ago and it will always be a favorite of mine.
The writer talks about the callouses on her dad’s hands and I remember being a kid and running my fingers along my dad’s fingers and palms, wondering if all those hard patches hurt. He’s an electrician so he always seemed to have a few painful looking nicks and cuts on his knuckles and he often didn’t even notice them. I remember, even as a child, being thankful for my dad who worked so hard to provide for his large family.
My dad is also a quiet guy. And quiet (or shy) people are often misunderstood. He’s actually come out of his shell quite a bit over the last several years. But as a child, I didn’t understand why he was so quiet. I didn’t understand a lot about my dad. But this song brought me comfort because it was true. I knew that even though I didn’t understand him, even though his way of showing us that he loved us was quiet, his hands and the callouses he bore, showed he loved us every day.
So, in honor of Father’s day and my daddy (who is alive and well…the lyrics indicate that the “daddy” in the song is no longer with us. Just wanted to be sure to clarify that’s not the case for me) here’s the song Daddy’s Hands by Holly Dunn:

 

I remember Daddy´s 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 Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working ’til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love …..
In Daddy´s hands.

 

I hope you had a great day with your dad yesterday. If he’s no longer with us, I hope you will always remember the love in his hands.

Love,

rebekah

 

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