Put your hand in the hand of the manWho stilled the water . . .Put your hand in the hand of the manWho calmed the sea . . .Take a look at yourself,And you can look at others differently,By puttin’ your hand in the hand of the manFrom the galilee!Every time I look into the holy bookI want to tremble . . .When I read about the part where the carpenterCleared the temple . . .For the buyers and the sellers were no different fellasThan what I profess to be,And it causes me shame to knowI’m not the guy that I should be!< repeat chorus >Mamma taught me how to prayBefore I reached the age of seven . . .She said: there’ll come a time when we’ll probably need a roomIn heaven!And I’m feeling kinda guilty ¡®bout the number of timesTo do what we must do,But we forget what he said when we figured thatHe’d still make room!< repeat chorus >< repeat chorus >< repeat chorus >