Put Your Hand in the Hand

As sung by Elvis

Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee

My momma taught me how to pray
Before I reached the age of seven
When I’m down on my knees
That's when I’m closest to heaven
Daddy lived his life, two kids and a wife
Well you do what you must do
But he showed me enough of what it takes
To get me through, oh yeah!

Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee
Oh yeah!

Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee
Oh yeah!

Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee
Oh yeah!
Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee
Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee, Oh yeah!


That part of the song that says, "Take a look at yourself and you can look at others differently..." was echoing in my head just now. I couldn't remember any other part of the song so I plugged that into the search engine and that's how I found the lyrics. It speaks volumes to me this afternoon. I just turn my head just a little and I spy my perpetual calendar. Today's reading says,

"Be good to yourself,
and yourself will be
good to others."

Sort of fits the song. Don't you agree?

I looked in the mirror a little while ago and saw my brother. I got my hair cut this morning because it was getting caught up in the velcro of my sleep mask. Got to be able to sleep through the night. Pulling hair out of velcro is not a good way to start the morning. I hate having sleep apnea! Anway, I noticed how much my brother and I resemble each other as we're getting older. Only difference is I have olive skin and he is fair. I have dark hair and he is blond. I have blue eyes and he has hazel. Other than that, spitting image. But you know what? I could say that about everyone in the world. We each have different skin tones, hair and eye color. But deep down we're all the same.