Grandma’s Hands of Grace

[Verse 1] In a little country home, with walls of worn wood, Grandma’s hands would work with a rhythm understood. She’d bake bread in the morning, and mend clothes at night, With hands of grace that turned darkness into light. [Chorus] Grandma’s hands, they were strong, but soft as a prayer, Held the weight of the world, with love beyond compare. Every touch, a gift, every gesture, a sign, In Grandma’s hands of grace, I found peace of mind. [Verse 2] She’d hum a simple tune as she rocked me to sleep, With stories of the old days, and promises to keep. Her voice, like honey, sweet and low, In her words, I found a love that would grow. [Chorus] Grandma’s hands, they were strong, but soft as a prayer, Held the weight of the world, with love beyond compare. Every touch, a gift, every gesture, a sign, In Grandma’s hands of grace, I found peace of mind. [Bridge] Years have flown by, and her hands now rest, But the lessons she taught were some of life’s best. She showed me that love isn’t found in gold, But in the quiet moments and stories told. [Verse 3] Now I hold my child with that same gentle care, Passing down the wisdom that only love can share. For in Grandma’s hands, I learned the art, Of living with grace and leading with heart. [Chorus] Grandma’s hands, they were strong, but soft as a prayer, Held the weight of the world, with love beyond compare. Every touch, a gift, every gesture, a sign, In Grandma’s hands of grace, I found peace of mind. [Outro] So when life feels rough, and you’re seeking a place, Remember the power of love and grace. In Grandma’s hands, we find the strength to stand, A legacy of love in those tender, weathered hands.