<< Put Your Hand In The Hand >>
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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 멳out 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
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Put Your Hand In The Hand
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