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 putting your hand in the hand
Of the man from Gallalee
Everytime I look
Into the Holy Book
I wanna tremble
When I read about the part
Where a carpenter cleared the temple
For the buyers and the sellers
Were no different fella's
Than what I professed to be
And it causes me shame
To know I'm not the gal that 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 look at others differently
By putting your hand in the hand
Of the man from Gallalee
Mama taught me how to pray
Before I reached the age of seven
And when I'm down on my knees
That's when I'm close to heaven
Daddy lived his life for two kids and a wife
You do what you must do
But he showed me enough
Of what it takes to get you 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 putting your hand in the hand
Of the man from Gallalee