higher hand

I’m not a man of faith these days, doctrine’s lost when people’s ways
Shatter every thing I would believe
World gags through burning streets, smothered by bureaurcracy
Sometimes I’m so close to giving up

In the eye of the tempest, something closes in

[Chorus]
I feel a higher hand around me, and it’s pulling at my soul
A passion does surround me, everywhere I go
A higher hand around me, from a thousand healing hearts
A higher hand confronts me, and its shows me where to start

Don’t call it schooled religion, It’s not philosophy
I don’t think I could find it in shallow sancitity
I wait until my darkest hour, when I’m immersed in fear
I feel the unexplainable burn away my tears

In the eye of the tempest, something closes in