[Verse 1] His hands paint the flowers He puts leaves on the trees At His whisper, birds start singing When my heart needs melodies Why I stray from all His goodness My poor mind cant understand Im to blame for my misfortune I lost hold of His hands [Verse 2] Those hands that give me mercy Though Im wrong as wrong can be If they really gave me justice Id be lost on homeless seas Ive been lost in the shuffle Ive obeyed the wrong commands Im going back to the chapel In search of His hands [Verse 3] Those hands that give me mercy Though Im wrong as wrong can be If they really gave me justice Id be lost on homeless seas Ive been lost in the shuffle Ive obeyed the wrong commands Im going back to the chapel In search of His hands
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