On the farm and in the house
You have been there when I did wrong
You’re hands weren’t always gentle
Correcting my mistakes daily
I remember you working all day and night
Sacrificing to give me what I need
Your hands, full of callouses and lines
Years of work and worry left their mark behind
You’re like the sky watching over me
Always leading me to the right path
“If you think right, you’ll do right”
Your hands give me guidance
You provide me with more than I could ask for
You’re like a map
Leading me to the right road
Your hands have shaped me into the person I am today

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