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 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