Out of My Hands — Don Micallef

Verse 1

I never loved a woman like I loved her.

Found ‘em both in bed; the rest is a blur.

Don’t know how many times I hit that man.

But I know that rage was pourin’ out of my hands.

I stood there and watched his blood drip out of my hands.

Verse 2

I called 911 said I took a man’s life.

Cops came, and cuffed me … read me my rights.

One of them was Billy; I cried “Help me if you can.”

“Wish I could, my friend, but you see – it’s out of my hands.”

Billy shook his head and whispered: “It’s out of my hands.”

Bridge

I stood in the courtroom as the sentence was read.

“A needle in the arm until he is dead.”

I said: “Judge, please, can’t you give me one more chance?”

“Son, there’s nothing I can do for you – it’s out of my hands.”

Verse 3

The preacher bowed his head and prayed: “Lord, forgive him.”

I could hear my heart pounding as they strapped me in.

Then he said: “Son, there is no need for you to be scared.

You’ve got nothing to fear now. You’re in God’s hands.”

You’re in God’s hands.

Then the Bible I was holding …. Slipped out of my hands.