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 diff`rently
By putting your hand in the hand
of the Man from 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 guys in the cellars
were no diff`rent fellows
than what I profess to be

And it causes me shame
to know we`re
not the people we 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
I Take a look at yourself
and you can look at
others diff`rently

By putting your hand in the hand
of the Man from Galilee
My momma taught me how
to pray before

I reached the age of seven
She said there`ll come a time when
I`ll probably room in heaven
But I`m feeling kind of guilty

bout the number of times
to do what we must do
We forget what he said
when you get your death

he`ll 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 diff`rently
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
Put you hand in the hand

of the Man
who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
and you can look at

others diff`rently
By putting your hand in the hand
of the Man from Galilee