Hand Of The Man
Would I have had the courage
To stand up and call Him my friend
Or would I have denied
That I'd ever known someone like Him
Would I have been kneeling in the shadows
And throwing the dice
Or would I have been holding
The hand of the man when He died
Would I have believed
He made that dead man walk around
Or would I have laughed
At the loaves and the fishes He found
Would I have believed
That His hands could calm Galilee
Or would I have driven the first nail
through His hand to the tree
Would I have been one
Of those chosen as a fisher of men
Or would I have held silver in my hand
for selling a friend
As He climbed the last mile of that hill
Would I have stoned Him or cried
Would I have been holding
The hand of the man when He died
Would I have had the courage
To stand up and call Him my friend
Or would I have denied
That I'd ever known someone like Him
Would I have been kneeling in the shadows
And throwing the dice
Or would I have been holding
The hand of the man when He died
Oh I hope I'll be holding
The hand of the man when I die
A Mão do Homem
Eu teria coragem
De me levantar e chamá-lo de amigo
Ou teria negado
Que já conheci alguém como Ele
Eu estaria ajoelhado nas sombras
E jogando os dados
Ou estaria segurando
A mão do homem quando Ele morreu
Eu teria acreditado
Que Ele fez aquele homem morto andar
Ou teria rido
Dos pães e peixes que Ele encontrou
Eu teria acreditado
Que Suas mãos podiam acalmar a Galileia
Ou teria cravado o primeiro prego
Na mão d'Ele na árvore
Eu teria sido um
Dos escolhidos como pescador de homens
Ou teria segurado prata na mão
Por vender um amigo
Enquanto Ele subia a última milha daquela colina
Eu teria apedrejado ou chorado
Eu estaria segurando
A mão do homem quando Ele morreu
Eu teria coragem
De me levantar e chamá-lo de amigo
Ou teria negado
Que já conheci alguém como Ele
Eu estaria ajoelhado nas sombras
E jogando os dados
Ou estaria segurando
A mão do homem quando Ele morreu
Oh, espero estar segurando
A mão do homem quando eu morrer