Now I would like friends if this evening
We should stand there with all other of god's creatures on the curbstone
And watch this march of time
Let us take our stand with them
And as we stand there I here one of them whispering
He is a Hebrew sage
He says "vanity of vanities the whole thing is a vain parade
It has no meaning"
The hand of god lays high above me
I'll be good if you really love me
Let me feel your mighty crunch
As you rub me out like water, fire, coal, etc
Let it be known today, if you got two hands? You're supposed to pray
Fingers of fire, coal, and lead
Fondly love me 'til I'm dead
The hand of god is thick and callous
Bruised and torn from stones and sticks
The hand of god has got a ring about the size of Texas
Made of sweet, smelly stuff
My fingers never smell
Let me try on your hand and see if it fits don't worry I won't touch anything unholy with it
Let it be known today, if you got two hands you're supposed to pray
We should stand there with all other of god's creatures on the curbstone
And watch this march of time
Let us take our stand with them
And as we stand there I here one of them whispering
He is a Hebrew sage
He says "vanity of vanities the whole thing is a vain parade
It has no meaning"
The hand of god lays high above me
I'll be good if you really love me
Let me feel your mighty crunch
As you rub me out like water, fire, coal, etc
Let it be known today, if you got two hands? You're supposed to pray
Fingers of fire, coal, and lead
Fondly love me 'til I'm dead
The hand of god is thick and callous
Bruised and torn from stones and sticks
The hand of god has got a ring about the size of Texas
Made of sweet, smelly stuff
My fingers never smell
Let me try on your hand and see if it fits don't worry I won't touch anything unholy with it
Let it be known today, if you got two hands you're supposed to pray
Lyrics submitted by Nelly, edited by Mellow_Harsher
Hand Of God Lyrics as written by Kim A. Thayil Christopher J. Cornell
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
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"The hand of God lays high above me"
This might be the preacher pointing into a crowd which is above.
"The hand of God is thick and callous
Bruised and torn from stones and sticks"
This might be how a lot of preachers are old men who have these big thick bruised up hands.
"The hand of God has got a ring about the size of Texas"
A lot of preachers have big rings.
Was it not religious hypocrites that handed Jesus over to the Roman Empire for execution?
"The hand of God has a ring about the size of Texas..."
Does God wear rings? No.
But do people...?
Quite the opposite.