The Master’s Hand Carman

I walked into the church that night
Thought that I'd drop out of sight
So I sat down
I laughed in spite of all my blues
It's really not the type of place I'm used
To hangin' 'round
I looked ahead and saw a man
And watched him close as he began
To speak that certain day
And it seemed like something deep inside
Had seized my soul and though I tried
To shake it, it wouldn't go away

It was as though the words he said
Would echo back inside my head
I almost cried
I'd be a fool, so I supposed
Then somehow got myself composed
And held it inside
I felt the blood rush through my wrist
The tighter that I squeezed my fist
Determined not to let conviction start
Then with all my wisdom left behind
I somehow saw that I was blind
And slowly let his presence fill my heart