Marty Stuart The Unseen Hand
There's an unseen hand to me
That leads through ways, I cannot see
While going through, this world of woe
This hand still leads, me as I go
I'm trusting to, the unseen hand
That guides me through, this weary land
And some sweet day, I'll reach that strand
Still guided by, the unseen hand
I long to see, my Savior's face
And sing the story, of his grace
And there upon, that golden strand
I'll praise him for, his guiding hand
I'm trusting to, the unseen hand
That guides me through, this weary land
And some sweet day, I'll reach that strand
Still guided by, the unseen hand
Still guided by, the unseen hand
