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