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

Every time I look into the Holy Book
I want to tremble (tremble)
Or when I read about the part
Where the carpenter cleared the temple (temple)
For the buyers and the sellers
Were no different fellas than what I profess to be
And it causes me shame to know
We're not the people we should be

So, 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

My mama taught me how to pray
Before I reached the age of seven
She said: "There'll come a time
When there'll probably be room in heaven"
But I'm feeling kinda guilty 'bout the number of times
To do what we must do
But we forget what he said
Then we figure that he'll still make room

So, you gotta 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...