Dedicated to my Dad, Robert (Bob) Charles Biegel, who was born again in Jesus this day; October 18, 1989, at 9:00AM
My daddy's hands are big and strong, His heart is good - they do no wrong; And when my heart sinks in the sand I reach out quick for Daddy's hand. My daddy's hands are always warm, They held me close when I was born; When mine were cold before violin He'd cup mine tight - say, "Bless Brooklyn!" My daddy's hands work very hard, He never sees that they are scared; Yeshua's hands were scared-up, too, With scars He took for me and you. My daddy's hands - they always give Much more to others so they can live In comfort, plenty, and lesser strife And see the hope of eternal life. My daddy's hands are tough but kind, They seem to tell of a quiet mind; I do not know how they impart Such love, except through the Saviour's heart. My daddy's hands are the only ones That touch with a care that overruns The brim of a soul and mind so true - It's the work of God in a heart made new.
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