Put Your Hand In The Hand
Of The Man Who Stills The Water
Put your hand in the hand
of the man who stills calms the sea
Take a look at yourself
and you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand
of the man from Galilee
Every time I look into the holy book
I want to tremble, tremble
Or when I read about the parts
where the carpenters cleared
the temple Temple
Of all the buyers and the sellers
But no different fellas
in what I profess to be
And it causes me shame to know
we're not the people
we should be
So put your hand in the hand
of the man who stills the water
Put your hand in the hand
of the man who comes to see
Say, go look at yourself
and you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand
of the man from a gallery
My mama taught me how to pray
before I reached the age of seven
She said there'll come a time
when there'll probably be room in heaven
But I'm feeling kind of guilty
about the number of times
to do what we must do
But we forget what's
here that we need
cause that is to make room
So you've got to put your hand in the hand
of the man who steals the water
Put your hand in the hand
of a man who comes to see
Take a look at yourself
and you can look at oth
ers differently
Put your hand in the hand
of a man from Galilee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I wanna say
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Put your head in the head of the man.
Put your head in the head of the man.
Put your head in the head of the man.
Put your head in the head of the man.
Put your head in the head of the man.
Put your head in the head of the man.
Put your head in the head of the man.
Put your head in the head of the man.