Day 181 – With These Hands (Shorts)

[Verse 1] I ain't a preacher with a robe and a crowd But I’ve knelt by my workbench, and I’ve prayed out loud Turnin’ bolts, patchin' leaks, pullin’ weeds in the rain— Each motion a whisper of Jesus’ name [Verse 2] Paul said goodbye with dust on his boots Not with a crown, but the scars of truth Said “By this kind of work, we help the weak” So I carry my tools like words I speak [Chorus] With these hands, I lift the weight Of Monday mornings and heaven’s gate Not for wages that rust or rot But to honor the call and glorify God Yeah, I worship with grease, I worship with grain— With these hands, I bear His name [Verse 3] Folks might twist truth like worn-out wire But I hold to the plumb line, I won’t tire There’s glory in driving that last bent nail When your heart still burns though your body’s frail [Bridge – Spoken Word + Instrumental build] “I never coveted silver or gold— You know these hands… they provided for me and mine.” And still they do— In the hush of the barn, in the clang of steel Each echo a hymn, each motion a seal [Final Chorus – Full harmony] With these hands, I lift the weight Of weary hearts and kingdom stakes Not for trophies on a mantle shelf But to give what I’ve got, not keep it for self So let my labor be light in the land— With these hands... with these hands. [Outro – Fading Repeat] With these hands… I bear His name. With these hands… I bear His name.