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
