Calloused Hands (A Living Prayer) Lyrics

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The sun goes down behind the hill
My aching bones are standing still
The iron hammer meets the stone
I work these fields all on my own

The scars I wear are deep and wide
No place for vanity or pride
With every drop of sweat that falls
I hear the spirit when it calls

The heavy spirit seeks a rest
Is there a blessing in this test?

Are these hands a prayer (Oh)
In the smoke and dusty air?
I lift them high, toward the sky
The carpenter once felt the strength
He knows the glory and the pain
I give my toil, I give my soul
To make this broken vessel whole, mm

I look at knuckles rough and gray
The price I pay for one more day
The splinters carved into my skin
Where the mercy enters in
You walked the floor of cedar wood
And saw that honest work was good

Mm, you didn't turn your face away
From those who struggle in the clay

Are these hands of prayer
In the smoke and dusty air?
I lift them high toward the sky
The carpenter once felt the strength
He knows the glory and the pain
I give my toil, I give my soul
To make this broken vessel whole

Turn the water into wine
Make this heavy burden down
In the dirt, I find the way
To thank You for another day

All these hands of prayer, mm
In the smoke and dusty air
I lift them high, I give my toil
I give my soul

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The work is done, I am done
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