Artist's Hand
"Artist's Hand"
Sometimes nothing seems to make much sense
And all my prayers don't seem to help
When things I thought were straightened out seem all messed up again
That's when I remind myself
(Chorus)
That though the backside of a tapestry
Is a bunch of tangled threads
The other side's the work of an artist's hand
So when tangled threads are all that I can see from where I stand
I still believe in the Artist's Hand
Famines, wars, and so-called "acts of God"
I've got questions in my mind
Sometimes all that's clear to me is that this world's not fair
But I remember in those times
(Chorus)
Sometimes nothing seems to make much sense
And all my prayers don't seem to help
When things I thought were straightened out seem all messed up again
That's when I remind myself
(Chorus)
That though the backside of a tapestry
Is a bunch of tangled threads
The other side's the work of an artist's hand
So when tangled threads are all that I can see from where I stand
I still believe in the Artist's Hand
Famines, wars, and so-called "acts of God"
I've got questions in my mind
Sometimes all that's clear to me is that this world's not fair
But I remember in those times
(Chorus)
Credits:
Music @ Lyrics By Bryan Sirchio
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