One of my fave Christmas songs...
Now this isn't a Christmas carol persay, but it's from Jewel's "Joy: A Holiday Celebration" CD and I just love it. I think I listened to it about eight times in the car today... and for some reason it brings tears to my eyes.. I think you have to hear this version to understand, but enjoy all the same :)
Hands (Christmas Version) by Jewel
In the end, only kindness matters.
In the end...
If I could tell the world just one thing it would be that we're all okay,
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these.
I won't be made useless; I won't be idle with despair;
I'll gather myself around my faith, for light is the darkness most fear.
My hands are small I know,
But they're not yours, they are my own.
But they're not yours, they are my own,
And I am never broken.
Poverty stole your golden shoes, it didn't steal your laughter.
And heartache came to visit me but I knew it wasn't ever-after.
We will fight, not out of spite, 'cause someone must stand up for what's right.
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice, there I shall go singing.
My hands are small I know,
But they're not yours, they are my own.
But they're not yours, they are my own,
And I am never broken.
'Cause in the end, only kindness matters.
In the end, only kindness matters.
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray.
I will get down on my kness, and I will pray.
I will get down on my kness, and I will pray.
My hands are small I know,
But they're not yours, they are my own.
But they're not yours, they are my own.
My hands are small I know,
But they're not yours, they are my own.
They're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken.
We are never broken.
We are God's eyes, God's hands.
We are God's eyes, we are God's hands.
We are reflections of God, we are reflections of God,
We are reflections of God.
Hands (Christmas Version) by Jewel
In the end, only kindness matters.
In the end...
If I could tell the world just one thing it would be that we're all okay,
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these.
I won't be made useless; I won't be idle with despair;
I'll gather myself around my faith, for light is the darkness most fear.
My hands are small I know,
But they're not yours, they are my own.
But they're not yours, they are my own,
And I am never broken.
Poverty stole your golden shoes, it didn't steal your laughter.
And heartache came to visit me but I knew it wasn't ever-after.
We will fight, not out of spite, 'cause someone must stand up for what's right.
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice, there I shall go singing.
My hands are small I know,
But they're not yours, they are my own.
But they're not yours, they are my own,
And I am never broken.
'Cause in the end, only kindness matters.
In the end, only kindness matters.
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray.
I will get down on my kness, and I will pray.
I will get down on my kness, and I will pray.
My hands are small I know,
But they're not yours, they are my own.
But they're not yours, they are my own.
My hands are small I know,
But they're not yours, they are my own.
They're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken.
We are never broken.
We are God's eyes, God's hands.
We are God's eyes, we are God's hands.
We are reflections of God, we are reflections of God,
We are reflections of God.


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