When just a simple reaching out
Might build a bridge that lasts…
Did you know that Friends Across the Ages has an official theme song? I bet you didn’t (probably because I never told you). I have to give Allison credit for introducing me to this wonderful song some years ago.
The song is “Through Your Hands”, by John Hiatt, an amazing singer/songwriter with whom you might not be familiar. Some of his best songs have be re-made over and over again. This particular song from 1990 has since been covered by Joan Baez, David Crosby, and Don Henley. I’m going to include a link to the Don Henley version here.
Since there doesn’t seem to be an official music video for this song, I made my own. The video contains pictures we’ve taken during the last 20 years, in honor of the 20th Anniversary of Friends Across the Ages, which we are now celebrating. And the best part is, I personally get a 3 cents from Youtube every time someone watches the video! (just kidding)
It’s easy to get lost in this world of 7 billion people. But the nursing home really is a place where you *can* build bridges and move mountains! Through your hands.
You were dreaming on a park bench
‘Bout a broad highway somewhere
When the music from the carillon
Seemed to hurl your heart out there
Past the scientific darkness
Past the fireflies that float
To an angel bending down
To wrap you in her warmest coat
And you ask, “What am I not doing?”
She says, “Your voice cannot command
In time, you will move mountains
It will come through your hands”
Still you argue for an option
Still you angle for your case
Like you wouldn’t know a burning bush
If it blew up in your face
Yeah, we scheme about the future
And we dream about the past
When just a simple reaching out
Might build a bridge that lasts
And you ask, “What am I not doing?”
She says, “Your voice cannot command
In time, you will move mountains
It will come through your hands”
So whatever your hands find to do
You must do with all your heart
There are thoughts enough
To blow men’s minds and tear great worlds apart
There’s a healing touch to find you
On that broad highway somewhere
To lift you high as music flying
Through the angel’s hair
So don’t ask what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command
In time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands