Lyrics

From red dirt roads and steel toes
To green fields and cowboy boots
From sneakers on the blacktop
To brown leather business shoes
From the corner booth at breakfast
To the front pew where we stand
Every story, every heartbeat
Is held by the same Hands

We’re all made from the same dust
We’re all spun from the same clay
We’re a world of different people
Shaped in a different way
When the storms of life come rolling in
He’s the Rock beneath our sand
We’re all held by the same Hands

There’s a "straight-A" kid with big dreams
Thinks there's no way he can lose
There’s a single dad on the night shift
Who just feels like he's been used
There’s a mama rocking her baby
And a soldier just back from the sand
Every story, every heartbreak
Is safe in the same Hands

We’re all made from the same dust
We’re all spun from the same clay
We’re a world of different people
Shaped in a different way
When the storms of life come rolling in
He’s the Rock beneath our sand
We’re all held by the same Hands

Those hands that took the nails for me
Are remaking who I am
When this vessel comes out cracked and weak
He makes me new again

We’re all made from the same dust
We’re all spun from the same clay
We’re a world of different people
Shaped in a different way
When the storms of life come rolling in
He’s the Rock beneath our sand
We’re all held by the same Hands