Callused Hands

Lord, you know every burden, every night I kept on turning.
When the road got rough, you were there,
And that was enough.
Bless these calloused hands, bless this working man.
I may bend, but I stand; I gave all I can.
Bless these calloused hands, keep me steady, keep me grand.
I was made for honest labor, and I'm proud of where I land.
If my name stays small,
Let my life still mean something at all.
If my strength runs thin, let me rise and try again.
Bless these calloused hands, bless this working man.