I hear a blind man, asking where this road goes
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But we won't tell him, we just stop to block his way with stones
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I watched a woman, overtaken by disease
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We frown upon her suffering, instead of offering the cure she needs
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My heart is heavy as I see what we've become
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How quickly we forget what we've been rescued from
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If not for the hand that leads us
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We too would roam in the darkness
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If not for the hand that heals us
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We would live in pain
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Our hands have power, they can harm and they can heal
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We raise them in praise and honor
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We use them to stone and steal
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With his two hands, one man rescued history
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Said He came for the sick and sightless
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He said that was you and me
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If not for the hand that leads us
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We too would roam in the darkness
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If not for the hand that heals us
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We would live in pain
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But still we keep our distance
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Caught up in our false pretenses
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Only by the hand have we been changed
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Compelled by the gracious hand that chose to change this life for us
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Won¡¯t we choose to use our hands to give the world his love?
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If not for the hand that leads us
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We too would roam in the darkness
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If not for the hand that heals us
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We would live in pain
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But still we keep our distance
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Caught up in our false pretenses
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Only by the hand have we been changed
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Have we been changed
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The Hand
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Ginny Owens |