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Lately I've been thinking a lot about the most wonderful human I ever knew. My Grandma Mabel was kind, generous, immensely wise, and loved me more than anyone ever did. This week would've been her birthday, and this song has been drifting in and out of my thoughts. Grandma's hands, clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands, played a tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning; she'd say, "Baby, don't you run so fast Might step on a piece of glass, Might be snakes there in that grass" Grandma's hands Grandma's hands, soothed the local unwed mother Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Grandma's hands used to lift her face and tell her; she'd say, "Baby, Grandma understands That you really loved that man Just put yourself in Jesus' hands" Grandma's hands Grandma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy Grandma's hands, picked me up each time I fell Grandma's hands, boy, they really came in handy; she'd say, "What you wanna spank him for? He didn't drop no apple-core" But I don't have Grandma anymore If I get to Heaven I'll look for Grandma's hands
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