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 putting your hand in the hand

Of the man from Galilee

Every time I look into the Holy Book

I wanna tremble

Tremble

When I read about the part

Where a 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 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 putting your hand in the hand

Of the man from Galilee

My mama taught me how to pray

Before I reached the age of seven

Seven

She said there'll come a time

When there'll probably be room in heaven

But I'm feeling kinda guilty

'Bout the number of times

To do what I must do

So we forget what he said

Then we figure that he'll still make room

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 putting your hand in the hand

Of the man from Galilee

Put your hand in the hand

Of the man who stilled the water

Still 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 putting your hand in the hand

Of the man from Galilee

Put your hand in the hand

Of the man who stilled the water

Still the water

Put your hand in the hand

Of the man who calmed the sea

Take a look at yourself