“Mama’s Hands” is one of those songs that seems to capture the very heart of a relationship between a mother and her child. It’s the kind of song that makes you pause and reflect on the powerful role a mother plays throughout one’s life. You can almost feel the warmth and love flowing through the lyrics, reminding you of the gentle yet unwavering strength of a mother’s touch.
What makes “Mama’s Hands” so special is the way it blends tenderness with an emotional depth that so many people can relate to. It’s not just about the physical hands that held you when you were young; it’s about the guidance, the comfort, and the sacrifices made along the way. You hear it in the lyrics, and it strikes that delicate balance between gratitude and nostalgia, pulling you right into those personal memories of your own mom—whether it’s a hug on a rough day or the way she worked tirelessly for her family.
The song paints vivid pictures of hands that have worked hard but always found time for love, and there’s something universally touching about that. As you listen, you can’t help but think about all the small, unseen acts of care and devotion that define motherhood. And while the song speaks to the past, it also feels timeless—honoring those everyday moments that often go unspoken but leave the deepest impact.
“Mama’s Hands” tugs at your heartstrings in the best possible way, leaving you with a sense of love, appreciation, and maybe even a few tears. It’s a tribute not just to the mothers who raised us but to the legacy of love they leave in every little thing they do
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My daddy’s hands held Ten’s and Two’s while mom’s were holding me
And daddy’s hand lost everything to a hand of Kings and Three’s
Then daddy’s hands they shook so bad that he turned to wine
But mama’s hands were strong and calm as they held on to mine
Yes, mama’s hands held on to mine to guide me day and night
And it took the sting of mama’s hands to teach me wrong from right
When times were bad and money slim, she’d fold her hands and pray
And somehow she would make the food hold out another day
Now mama’s hands are cold with age, they tremble when she prays
But her voice is strong as she thanks God for the bygone days
She looks at me and then she smiles, she knows I understand
That everything I am today I owe to mama’s hands
Everything I am today I owe to mama’s hands