Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing It would be, we're all OK And not to worrie 'cause worry is wastful And useless in times like these I won't be made useless I won't be idle with despair I will gather myself around my faith For light dose the darkness most fear My hands are small, I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're 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 me We'll fight, not out of spite For someone must stand up for whats right 'Cuse where there's a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing My hands are small, I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're 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're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own And I am never broken My hands are small, I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're 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 mind We are God's eyes God's hands God's heart We are God's eyes God's hands God's eyes We are God's hands We are God's hands