His hands

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...

(Stuart Hamblen) 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...

When will I ever learn All my worry is a waste of time When will I ever learn Letting go brings peace of mind When will I ever see Things have a way of working out When will I ever be free Free from...

I love to know when you are lonely I love to know when you are blue if I can`t see that look in your eyes the look I hope I`d see in you I hope some day you say you love me That would mean so much to...

You always find the way to hurt my pride if I'm not crying you're not satisfied I don't know why you want to hurt me so But if you're trying to break my heart you don't have very far to go You don't...

There were a lot a things, in his touch Sometimes the slightest whisper Oh it could hurt so much I could feel him coming near me His little noises and such Then my man, Would lay his hands, On me...