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 the Galilee!
Every time I look into the holy book
I want to tremble . . .
When I read about the part where the carpenter
Cleared the temple . . .
For the buyers and the sellers were no different fellas
Than what I profess to be,
And it causes me shame to know
I'm not the guy that I should be!
Mamma taught me how to pray
Before I reached the age of seven . . .
She said: There'll come a time when we'll probably need a room
In heaven!
And I'm feeling kinda guilty 'bout the number of times
To do what we must do,
But we forget what he said when we figured that
He'd still make room!
Perry Como - Put Your Hand In The Hand Lyrics
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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 the Galilee!
Every time I look into the holy book
I want to tremble . . .
When I read about the part where the carpenter
Cleared the temple . . .
For the buyers and the sellers were no different fellas
Than what I profess to be,
And it causes me shame to know
I'm not the guy that I should be!
Mamma taught me how to pray
Before I reached the age of seven . . .
She said: There'll come a time when we'll probably need a room
In heaven!
And I'm feeling kinda guilty 'bout the number of times
To do what we must do,
But we forget what he said when we figured that
He'd still make room!
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 the Galilee!
Every time I look into the holy book
I want to tremble . . .
When I read about the part where the carpenter
Cleared the temple . . .
For the buyers and the sellers were no different fellas
Than what I profess to be,
And it causes me shame to know
I'm not the guy that I should be!
Mamma taught me how to pray
Before I reached the age of seven . . .
She said: There'll come a time when we'll probably need a room
In heaven!
And I'm feeling kinda guilty 'bout the number of times
To do what we must do,
But we forget what he said when we figured that
He'd still make room!
Writer: GENE MAC LELLAN
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC