Hands
If I could tell the world just one thing, it would be "We're all okay and not to worry, 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these." I won't be made useless, won't be idle with despair. I gather myself around my fate, for light's the darkness most fear.
My hands are small, I know, but they're not yours, they are my own. And I'm never broken.
Poverty stole your golden shoes. It didn't steal your laughter. Heartache came to visit me. But I knew it wasn't ever after. We'll fight, not out of spite, 'cause someone must stand up for what's right. Where there's a man who has no voice, there I shall seek.
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.
I am never broken.
We are in God's hands.
We are in God's heart.
My hands are small, I know, but they're not yours, they are my own. And I'm never broken.
Poverty stole your golden shoes. It didn't steal your laughter. Heartache came to visit me. But I knew it wasn't ever after. We'll fight, not out of spite, 'cause someone must stand up for what's right. Where there's a man who has no voice, there I shall seek.
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.
I am never broken.
We are in God's hands.
We are in God's heart.