Nhạc sĩ: Gene MacLellan | Lời: Gene MacLellan
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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 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 a gallery Every time I look into the holy book I want to tremble For 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 we're not the people we should be So 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 a gallery My momma taught me how to pray before I reached the age of seven She said, tell from a time when the father played the ruminant But I'm feeling kinda guilty about the number of times to do what we must do We forget what he said when we figure that it still may prove So you gotta 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 a gallery 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