THE HAND OF GOD
Words and music by Paul Krueger

Here is a young man, rock-n-roll t-shirt, looking for answers 
To the questions in his head 
"What are we here for, man," and all the rest 
"No disrespect is really intended, can't help but wonder," he says 
"I've just one request" 

I want to see 
I want to see 
I want to see the hand of God 
I want to see 
I want to see 
I want to see the hand of God 

Here is a poor man, out on the corner, shaking the quarters 
That he placed inside his cup 
Still he perceives that he's among the blessed 
"I'm a believer, all of my life now, benedicta tu," he says 
"I've just one request" 

I want to feel 
I want to feel 
I want to feel the hand of God 
I want to feel 
I want to feel 
I want to feel the hand of God 

The Lord delights in those who put their hope in His unfailing love 
The Lord delights in those who seek His hand inside their glove 

Here is an old man, been there and done that, no need to question 
All the answers in his heart 
Church every weekend in his Sunday best 
If you can listen, just for a moment, the man he will tell you, he says 
"I've just one request" 

I want to be 
I want to be 
I want to be the hand of God 
I want to be 
I want to be 
I want to be the hand of God