The boy only wanted to give him mother something
And all of her roses had bloomed
Looking at him as he came rushing with them

Knowing her roses were doomed
All she could see were the thorns buried deep
With tears in his eyes as she tended his wounds


CHORUS:
But she knew it was love

It was one she could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands


He still remembers that night as a child
On his mother's knee

Holding him close as she opened her Bible
And quietly started to read
Then seeing a picture of Jesus he cried

"Mama, He's got some scars just like me!"

CHORUS:

And he knew it was love
It was one he could understand
He was showing his love

And that's how he hurt his hands

Now, the boy's grown and moved out on his own

When Uncle Sam comes along
A foreign affair, but our young men were there
And luck had his number drawn

It wasn't long 'til our hero was gone
He gave to a friend what he learned from the cross


CHORUS:
And they knew it was love
It was one they could understand

He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands