OUT OF MY HANDS

I WENT TO SEE MY YOUNGEST BOY THE OTHER DAY
HE JUST TURNED SEVENTEEN
SECOND TIME IN REHAB – IT’S MORE THAN JUST A DEEP SAD
I TRIED BUT I COULD NOT KEEP HIM CLEAN
ONE HAND HANGIN’ ON THE END OF MY ROPE
FAMILY IN PIECES AND MY SPIRIT BROKE

I REACH OUT TO MY MAKER- I WHISPER “I SURRENDER
HEAR ME PLEASE, ON MY KNEES – THAT’S ALL THAT’S LEFT OF ME”
ALL MY NAVIGATING AND BEST LAID PLANS
JUST LIKE GRAINS OF SAND
POURED OUT OF MY HANDS AND INTO HIS

TOLD MY WIFE THAT THE ONLY WAY TO HELP OUR BOY
IS ONE DAY AT A TIME
AND I CAN ONLY PRAY THAT HE WILL FIND HIS OWN SERENITY
IF I COULD I’D GIVE HIM ALL OF MINE
28 DAYS IS A PRETTY GOOD START
HOPE IS ALIVE AGAIN IN MY HEART

I REACH OUT TO MY MAKER- I WHISPER “I SURRENDER
HEAR ME PLEASE, ON MY KNEES – THAT’S ALL THAT’S LEFT OF ME”
ALL MY NAVIGATING AND BEST LAID PLANS JUST LIKE GRAINS OF SAND
POURED OUT OF MY HANDS AND INTO HIS

I’D FIGHT THE DEVIL IF HE’D JUST STAND STILL
BUT I KNOW HE NEVER WILL.....SO I

REACH OUT TO MY MAKER- I WHISPER “I SURRENDER HEAR ME PLEASE, ON MY KNEES – THAT’S ALL THAT’S LEFT OF ME”
ALL MY NAVIGATING AND BEST LAID PLANS
JUST LIKE GRAINS OF SAND
POURED OUT OF MY HANDS AND INTO HIS

(BOB DiPIERO / BART ALLMAND)