Eddy Arnold – His Hands lyrics

His hands paint the flowers
He puts leaves on the trees
At His whisper birds start singing
When my heart needs melodies.

Why I strayed from all his goodness
My poor mind can't understand
I'm to blame for my misfortune
I lost hold of his hands.

Those hands that give me mercy
When I'm wrong as wrong can be
If they really gave me justice
I'd be lost on homeless seas.

I've been lost in the shuffle
I've obeyed the wrong commands
I'm going back to the chapel
In search of his hands.

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Why I strayed from all his goodness
My poor mind can't understand
I'm to blame for my misfortune
I lost hold of his hands...