PUT YOUR HAND IN THE HAND

●Put your hand in the hand of the Man Who stilled the water ●Put your hand in the hand of the Man Who calmed the sea ◆●Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently ◆●By puttin' your hand in the hand of the Man From the Galilee ●Everytime I look into the Holy Book I wanna tremble ●When I read about the part where the carpenter Cleared the temple ●For the buyers and the sellers were no different fellows Than what I profess to be ●And it causes me shame to know We're not the people we should be ◆So Put your hand in the hand of the Man Who stilled the water ◆Put your hand in the hand of the Man Who calmed the sea ◆●Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently ◆●By puttin' your hand in the hand of the Man From the Galilee ◆My Mamma taught me how to pray before I Reached the age of seven ◆She said," ●There'll come a time When I'll probably be room in heaven" ◆But I'm feeling kind of guilty 'bout the number of times To do what we must do ◆For we forget what he said When we figure that he'll still make room So you've gotta ◆Put your hand in the hand of the Man Who stilled the water ◆Put your hand in the hand of the Man Who calmed the sea ◆●Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently ◆●By puttin' your hand in the hand of the Man From the Galilee (◆Everybody come along) ◆●Put your hand in the hand of the Man Who stilled the water ◆●Put your hand in the hand of the Man Who calmed the sea