Father's Hands ft. Joella Lyrics

Lord, show me my resting place

I've laid idle for hours, disciples still cower

Is this what he'd want?

My back's just as broken, there's other's less fortunate

I'll let it sit in my thoughts

I want my father's hands

I want my brother's face

I want my sister's smile

A soul like my mother's, a passionate lover

To give out her sweet embrace

There's bags on her bicycle, baby girl on her back

Now I'm feeling better, but she's feeling colder alone

And I'll try to be there, if she needs a spare

Remember the labor, the name of the savior can build us a home

And I want my father's hands

I want my brother's face

And I want my sister's smile

A soul like my mother's a passionate lover

To give out her sweet embrace

He lays down at the end

And wonders what happened to the message he was trying to send

He knows harder times create stronger men

Who leave their weakest parts behind

Just so it can happen again

And I want my father's hands (father's hands)

I want my brother's face (brother's face)

And I want my sister's smile (sister's smile)

A soul like my mother's a passionate lover

To give out her sweet embrace (soul like mother's)

Father's hands

Brother's face

Sister's smile

Soul like mother's