Lyrics It Must Have Been Your Hands - Clay Crosse
I
was
lost
in
indecision
In
the
corridors
of
purpose
Looking
for
a
sign
The
most
human
of
conditions
Always
asking,
never
knowing
Searching
this
heart
of
mine
A
heart
too
prone
to
second
guess
Weary
eyes
directionless
Something
set
my
feet
upon
the
road
It
was
a
mystery,
but
now
I
know
Chorus:
It
must
have
been
Your
hands
Turning
my
world
in
perfect
time
I
know
it
was
Your
hands
Holding
my
heart
in
our
design
I
see
the
multitude
of
faces
The
empty
eyes
of
my
generation
Looking
back
at
me
Wondering
where
we're
headed
How
we'll
ever
get
there
In
the
midst
of
this
insanity
There's
always
a
new
messiah
comin'
round
But
the
voice
of
reason
can't
be
found
Until
we
choose
to
face
the
truth
That
every
good
and
perfect
thing
comes
from
you
Repeat
chorus
The
rivers
rise
And
the
flower
dies
And
the
picture
keeps
on
turning
As
we
stand
and
we
fall
You're
there
through
it
all
And
I
guess
we
just
keep
learning.
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