Ginny Owens - The Hand Lyrics

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The Hand

The Hand Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Hand By Ginny Owens?
I hear a blind man, asking where this road goes
But we won't tell him, we just stop to block his way with stones I watched a woman, overtaken by disease We fell upon her suffering, instead of offering the cure she needs My heart is heavy as I see what we've become How quickly we forget what we've been rescued from If not for the hand that leads us We too would roam in the darkness If not for the hand that heals us We would live in pain Our hands have power, they can harm and they can heal We raise them in praise and honor We use them to stone and steal With his two hands, one that rescued history Said he came for the sick and sightless He said that was you and me If not for the hand that leads us We too would roam in the darkness If not for the hand that heals us We would live in pain But still we keep our distance Caught up in our false pretenses Only by the hand have we been changed Compelled by the gracious hand that chose to change this life for us Won't we choose to use our hands to give the world his love? If not for the hand that leads us We too would roam in the darkness If not for the hand that heals us We would live in pain But still we keep our distance Caught up in our false pretenses Only by the hand have we been changed Have we been changed |
Who Wrote The Hand By Ginny Owens?
Will Hunt, Kendall Lee Combes, Ginny Owens
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What's The Duration Of The The Hand By Ginny Owens?The duration of The Hand is 3:44 minutes and seconds. |
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