Put your hand in the hand
Of the man who stills the water
Put your hand in the hand
Of the man who calms the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand
Of the man from Galilee

Every time I look into the Holy Book
I wanna tremble
When I read about the part
Where the carpenter cleared the temple
But 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

Well, put your hand in the hand
(Doo-wop)
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
Put your hand in the hand
Of the man from Galilee
My momma 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
We do what we must do
But we forget what He said
What we figure that He'll still make room

So, you gotta put your hand in the hand
Of the man who stills the water, oh...
Put your hand in the hand
Of the man who calms the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand
Of the man from Galilee

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh...

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
Put your hand in the hand
Of the man from Galilee
Well, people, I'm singing
About sweet, sweet Jesus
And how He saved my soul
Oh-whoa-whoa...