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

Every time I look into the holy book
I want to tremble
When I read about the part where the carpenter
Cleared the temple
For the buyers and the sellers were no different fellas
Than what I profess to be
And it causes me shame to know
I'm not the guy that I should be

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

Mamma taught me how to pray
Before I reached the age of seven
She said: There'll come a time
When we'll probably need a room In heaven
And I'm feeling kinda guilty 'bout the number of times
To do what we must do
But we forget what he said when we figured that
He'd still make room

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

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, (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

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, (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