There’s something so universal about the feeling of being held by your mother, isn’t there? Mama’s Hands takes that simple, everyday touch and transforms it into something that feels almost sacred. This song brings you right into that tender space where love is felt in the most humble, comforting gestures—a mother’s hands wiping away a tear, cooking a meal, or giving a reassuring squeeze. It’s like the artist poured their own memories into the lyrics, reminding us how a mother’s hands are often her greatest gift to her children.
What makes Mama’s Hands resonate so deeply is its simplicity. It’s not about grand gestures or elaborate displays of affection; it’s about those quiet, often unnoticed acts of love that mothers seem to perform without even thinking. As you listen, you might find yourself recalling moments when your own mom’s hands were there for you—those everyday touches that made you feel safe, cared for, and understood. And that’s the beauty of this song: it taps into the shared memory of motherly love, a bond that, though individual, feels deeply universal.
With a soft melody that wraps around the lyrics like a warm hug, Mama’s Hands is a tribute to mothers everywhere. It’s a reminder that sometimes, the smallest gestures can leave the biggest marks on our hearts. This song feels like a love letter to the hands that raised us, the hands that made countless sacrifices, and the hands that never let us fall. If you’re looking for a song that hits home and feels like a sweet reminder of family, Mama’s Hands is it
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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