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Put your hand in the hand of the man |
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Who stilled the water . . . |
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Put your hand in the hand of the man |
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Who calmed the sea . . . |
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Take a look at yourself, |
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And you can look at others differently, |
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By puttin' your hand in the hand of the man |
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From the Galilee! |
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Every time I look into the holy book |
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I want to tremble . . . |
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When I read about the part where the carpenter |
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Cleared the temple . . . |
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For the buyers and the sellers were no different fellas |
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Than what I profess to be, |
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And it causes me shame to know |
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I'm not the guy that I should be! |
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Mamma taught me how to pray |
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Before I reached the age of seven . . . |
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She said: There'll come a time when we'll probably need a room |
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In heaven! |
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And I'm feeling kinda guilty 'bout the number of times |
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To do what we must do, |
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But we forget what he said when we figured that |
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He'd still make room! |
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Words and Music by Gene MacLellan, 1971 |
