Like a little child
In joy or in sadness
I end up sitting down
In my father’s hand
Like a little child
In joy or in sadness
I end up sitting down
In my father’s hand
Where those who are tired
And get up again
Where do they draw their strength from eeh
In my father’s hand
Where those who are rejected
Even rediscover their values ??eeh
Where I get strong eeh
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
Even when I sin
The world never forgives
But my grace is found
In my father’s hand
Even when I sin
The world never forgives
But my grace is found
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
In my father’s hand
In this hand
In the father’s hand
In your hand
I have the joy of being called a child
In your hand
The enemy can’t even approach
From your hand
I’m sure I’m never destroyed ooh
Between your hands,
I sing forever
In my father’s hand
In your mighty hand
Like a little child
In joy or in sadness
I end up sitting down
In my father’s hand