Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing

It would be that we're all OK

And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful

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 does 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 after

We'll fight not out of spite

For someone must stand up for what's right

'Cause 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

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 eyes

We are God's eyes

God's hands