Put your hand in the hand of our sweet Lord
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 now look at others differently
By puttin' your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee
Every time I looked into the Holy Book, I wanna tremble
When I read about the carpenter's son who cleared the temple
For the buyers and the sellers
Were no different fellas than what I profess to be
And it causes me pain to know I'm not the person I 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
Take a look at yourself and you can now look at others differently
By puttin' your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee
My momma taught me how to pray before I reached the age of seven
(When I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep)
And when I'm down on my knees that's when I be closest to Heaven
(If I should die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take)
Daddy lived his life with three kids and a wife, you do what you must do
But he taught me enough of what it takes in life to get through
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 puttin' your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee