Put Your H, in the H,

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the waters

Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea

Take a look at yourself and you can look at the others differently

By putting your hand in the hand of the man from Gal-ilee

Every time I look into the Holy Book I wanna tremble

When I read about the part where a carpenter cleared the temple

For the buyers and the sellers were no different

Fellers than what I profess to be

And it causes me shame to know I’m not the gal that I should be

Mama taught me how to pray before I reached the age of seven

And when I’m down on my knees that’s when I’m close to heaven

Daddy lived his life for eight kids and wife you do what you must do

But he showed me enough of what it takes to get you through

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the waters

Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea

Take a look at yourself and you can look at the others differently

By putting your hand in the hand of the man from Gal-ilee