Hands That Rock the World
In a world chill and dark, there is warmth in the arms of a mother. Tender mother.
When she touches her child, he finds hope and he smiles near his mother, Tender mother.
And he sighs with content, for he knows he’s been sent to someone who truly loves him so.
See God’s wonderful plan, as he rests in her hands.
No hands are like a mother’s, a baby soon discovers, no hands are like the hands that rock the world.
When the load’s hard to bear, who is willing to share like a sister. Loving sister.
She will never condemn, for she loves without end. She’s a sister, loving sister.
She’s an angel, a saint, and she makes no complaint, but offers encouragement and love.
See God’s wonderful plan, as she lends both her hands.
No hands are like a sister’s, for willingly she gives hers. No hands are like the hands that rock the world.
In each hand a world of good, joined in bonds of sisterhood. Mothers, sisters, daughters and friends,
Come offer all your hands and gently rock the world.
Should the way grow more steep, there’s no love quite as deep as a daughter’s, Gentle daughter.
And whose hands lift to pray for her mother each day? It’s her daughter’s, loving daughter.
Her sweet touch and her smile give you strength for each trial and turn the tears to drops of dew.
See God’s wonderful plan, as you stand hand in hand.
Come, mothers, sisters, daughters. Come calm life’s troubled waters.
No hands are like your hands. No hands are like the hands that rock the world, that rock the world.
Text: Gary Croxall
Music: Kathleen Holyoak
Album: Submitted Music (1998-2006)
Composition Date: 2003
More Info: CMS 2003