The Hand

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