Put your hand in the hand of the man that stilled the wa-ters,
Put your hand in the hand of the man that calmed the sea;
Take a look at your-self and you will look at oth-ers dif-f’rently
By put-tin’ your hand in the hand of the man from-a Gal-i-lee.

Ev-’ry time I look into the holy book I wan-na tremble,
When I read a-bout the part where a car-pen-ter cleared the Tem-ple;
For the buy-ers and the sell-ers were no dif-f’rent fellas than I pro-fess to be,
And it pains me to know that I’ve for-got-ten what I can be. **

Put your hand in the hand of the man that stilled the wa-ters,
Put your hand in the hand of the man that calmed the sea;
Take a look at your-self and you will look at oth-ers dif-f’rently
By put-tin’ your hand in the hand of the man from-a Gal-i-lee.

Mama taught me to pray be-fore I reached the age of se-ven:
That wher-ev-er I am I’m ve-ry close to hea-ven. **
Dad-dy lived his life with two kids and a wife – “You do what you must do.
And what-ev-er hap-pens re-mem-ber this will get you through….” **

Put your hand in the hand of the man that stilled the wa-ters,
Put your hand in the hand of the man that calmed the sea;
Take a look at your-self and you will look at oth-ers dif-f’rently
By put-tin’ your hand in the hand of the man from-a Gal-i-lee.