Lyrics:
holding to the Master's hand
The Master's hand is always held out to us
And it will lead us to the promised land
And the evil of this world cannot
holding to the Master's hand
The Master's hand is always held out to us
And it will lead us to the promised land
And the evil of this world cannot
Just one touch from the Master's hand and I know I'll be made whole.
Just one touch from the Master's hand and I know I'll be made whole.
I know I'll
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
It was the touch of the Master's hand.
You know threes many a man with his life out of tune,
touched by the master's hand
He can heal any wound that you have
With presence of his Spirit, it renews a life again
It touches souls when touched by
“Touch Of The Master's Hand”
Well it was battered and scared,
And the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while,
To waste much time on the old
understand what changed its worth?"
Then someone replied, "The touch of the master's hand."
So many a man with life out of tune much like the ol' violin
But
grand
Touched by the Master's hand
Spread all the love you can
Oo ain't love grand
It's the words that a poet will choose
The colors an artist will use
tomorrow's load
Everything's gonna be alright
Holding the master's hand
Everything's gonna be just fine
Knowing that he's in command
Oh it's so good
you're touched by the Master's hand
Blaring thunder, twirling trees
Fighting a tornado on my knees
So I took my bible to my bed
Lit a candle, trembled
by a master hand
She's all I know as a picture of perfection
Framed by the sky and shining my direction
And what remains to be said
When all other
Peeling his filthy skin
Grieving of his shameful
Waiting for the masters hand
As he wanders an endless grey land
As he stayed down,
Clutching
I was painted by a master hand
In a form that doesn't suit me
Flying high return to you
My soul is just beyond me
I can try to see you
Burning now
time, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that guide you
Run if you can while the war drum's ticking on
Ancient of days, I'm the shouldering pace
up!
Thinking of a world, a state of perfection
Over and over again, masterplan unfold for each generation
One touch from the master's hand, one
I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don't know why I keep calling (why I keep calling)
All of these girls at my shows they loving me
youngin'
I been down
Now I'm up to something
My master plan
Is in the Master's plan
Every time that I slip away
I find myself into the Master's hands
I wanna
his, hand
[Master P]
I got them thugs in the south, in my hand
I got them thugs in the east, in my hand
I got the north and the west, in my hand
Ghetto
and He has a plan
Shattered pieces are masterpieces
When in the Master's hand
When I feel defeated
You come & hold my hand
Whenever I call on Jesus
He
She sits pretty as a mural
Painted by a master's hand
As she rides into the World
And starts to execute her plan
She's been working towards
here
We see Your glory coming down
From the Father
We feel the touch
Of the Master's hand
We know what change in us He's making
We will never be
Touch Of The Masters Hand
Well it was battered and scared,
And the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while,
To waste much time on the old
for years
In my garden of memory
It's the one red rose the soldier knows
It's the work of the Master's hand
Midst the War's great curse stands a Red
Tellin' me what to do
So I took the master's hand
And joined the Christian band
And I'm
On the battlefield for my lord
Said I'm on the battlefield for my
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