3. Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing it would be
That we are all ok
And not to worry
Cuz worrying is wasteful and useless
In times like these
I won't be made useless
Won't be idol with despair
I'll gather myself around my faith
Of light the darkness is most feared

My hands are small I know
But they are not yours they are my own
But they are not yours they are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We will fight not out of spite
But someone must stand up for what's right
Cuz where this man who has no voice
There are shadows singing

My hands are small I know
But they are not yours they are my own
But they are not yours they are my own
And I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees and I will pray
I will get down on my knees and I will pray
I will get down on my knees and I will pray

My hands are small I know
But they are not yours they are my own
But they are not yours they are my own
And I am never broken

My hands are small I know
But they are not yours they are my own
But they are not yours they are my own
And I am never broken

We are never broken

We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart

We are in God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart

We are God's hands
We are God's hands
We are God's hands