"Walk a little plainer, Daddy" said a little boy so frail.
"I'm following in your footsteps And I don't want to fail.
Sometimes your steps are very plain,
Sometimes they are hard to see.
So walk a little plainer, Daddy, for you are leading me."
"Someday when I'm grown up, you are like I want to be.
I remember Daddy’s hands folded silently in prayer
and reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare
You would 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 selfishly 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.
I remember Daddy’s hands working till they bled
and sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over I’d live my again
and never take for granted the love in Daddy’s hands
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was crying
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.