Man Of The Cross Mix Songtext

His hands oh father Leonard you are a friend to me

You shared what you shared so unselfishly you spent half

Of your Life molding clay with your hands

So the eye could see the beauty in God and man

Now the hand are his eyes

What an Irony It seams so cruel to you and me

But the priest you see picks up his cross

With a smile on his face and uses his hand he's

Thankful to god for the

Time that he had and even though he is blind
He can see with his hands

A man of the Cross a Sculptor to be the Irony

He sees what he sees not like you and me

He sees with his hands because the eyes cannot see

Blinded by time nearly a century so cruel to me

But a spiritual man a glow on his face now he sees with

His hands oh father Leonard you are a friend to me

You shared what you shared so I could see you spent half

Of your Life molding clay with your hands

So the eye could see the beauty in God and man

Now the hand are his eyes

What an Irony It seams so cruel to you and me

But the priest you see picks up his cross

With a smile on his face and uses his hand he's

Thankful to god for the

Time that he had and even though he is blind

He can see with his hands


(Thanks to Kevin Lajiness for these lyrics)