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

But she knew it was love
It was one she could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hand

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 out
'Mama, He's got some scars just like me'

And he knew it was love
It was one he could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hand

He was showing his love
That's how he hurt his hand

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 that long till our hero was gone
He gave to a friend what he learned from the cross

And they knew it was love
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hand

They knew it was love
(He's showing his love for us)
(He's showing his love for us)
It was one they could understand

He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hand
(He's showing his love for us)
(He's showing his love for us)

He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hand
(He's showing his love for us)
(He's showing his love for us)
(He's showing his love for us)