I first held her hand more than 20 years ago
And it's just gotten sweeter through the years
She folds her hands and talks to Jesus, wipes the hair from her eyes
Holds my babies, cleans the dirt from her nails
We don't need a book to tell our story
It's so clearly lived out before me
And the wrinkles in time have painted beautiful lines
On my wifes hands
For better and worse, she stands by my side
To give me something to hold onto
No you can't freeze frame time, but I sure wouldn't mind
To write all those years again with you
Cause those hands tell a beautiful story
Yes Gods grace is told in those stories
And the wrinkles in time have painted beautiful lines
On my wifes hands
All the lines and all the scars, all the dreams and broken hearts
But she always still holding my hand
There's a glimpse of God above in her forgiveness and love
And her beauties not lost on this man
No her beauties not lost on this man
She brushes aside all the gray, while her children go flying away
But the longer she's mine, the more my heart crys
For the touches of my wifes hands
We don't need a book to tell our story
It's so clearly lived out before me
'cause those hands tell a beautiful story
Yes Gods grace is told in those stories
And the wrinkles in time have painted beautiful lines
On my wifes hands
Oh the wrinkles in time have painted beautiful lines
On my wifes hands