Hands on the Plow Songtext
von Lisa Daggs

Brother Billy is a pastor of a local church
They don′t have that many members, so he has to work
He's punchin′ the clock, got bills to pay
Hoping it won't always be that way
Told his wife, "Honey, this is killing me
Sometimes it's too much responsibility."
She said, "Come on, Billy, don′t you turn back now
Keep your eyes on Jesus, hands on the plow."


Eyes on Jesus, hands on the plow
Don′t you worry 'bout the when, don′t worry 'bout the how
God will see you through so don′t you turn back now
Keep your eyes on Jesus and hands on the plow

Well, did I hear you say you was givin' up?
′Cause it ain't no use, got you feelin' like a loser
Been banging your head up against the wall
You know you′re gonna be the first one to fall
Well I know just how you′re feelin', I′ve been there myself
But cryin' and complainin′ never ever helped
You've got to get back to basics, buckle down
Keep your eyes on Jesus, hands on the plow


Don′t you grow weary in doin' good
What you plant is gonna grow, gonna reap what you sow
Don't be faintin′, don′t be fallin' out
Keep your eyes on Jesus, and hands on the plow