Healing Hands

My Grandma and Grandpa 
had wonderful hands
With callouses and wedding bands.
They taught me that where there was love
There was always a way.
 
The picture of the two of them
Has seen me through a lot of years
They were there when 
I reached up to them
And they're in my life today.
 
Healing hands, 
something I can hold on to.
Healing hands, 
the touch that understands.
Healing hands, 
I'll always be drawn to
Hearts that belong to 
healing hands.

A you and I may worry so,
To see the kingdoms come and go.
But we've seen enough to know
That it's only love that lingers.
And learning how to live 
 can take a lifetime.
We've got to lend a hand 
in this troubled world
Before it slips right through our fingers.