The Masters hand
So firm and strong
To lead us from
The path of wrong
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You see the idle hands of the homeless
And judge under your breath
He needs to get a job
Just like everybody else
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I feel his presence
On the mountain high
I hear his voice
When I'm still and quiet
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You know, words on paper
Could never define
Even the poet
Doesn't have the right lines
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We look to tomorrow
For things of today
With plans and dreams
That may never come our way
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God's strong arm
Reaches in places unknown
In the depths of despair
When you lost and alone
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The strong and beautiful
The weak and odd
Creatures of creation
Created by God
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Rugged and splintered
Yet held my Lord
As the crowd gathered
And the cheers roared
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Sands of time
Slip slowly by
Questions unanswered
As we live our life
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