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Better Hands Than Mine

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I walk you down the hill
and say a little prayer
and the bus comes to take you on your way

Your hand holding mine
was so little at one time
And now you're growing up before my very eyes

(Chorus)
Jesus hold them close
protect them all the time
Because I know your hands are better than mine

And now I drive you down to the mall
to meet some friends, and walk, and just hang out

I wonder how you've been
but you don't always let me in
and I wonder what you're talkin about

(chorus)

"Mama, now I'm ready," you say with a smile
the uniform makes you look like a man
one last hug, before we say goodbye
and on my knees I plead every day

(chorus)

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