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Jewel
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If I could tell the world just one thing, | It would be that we�re all OK. 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 will gather myself around my faith, For light does 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�ll fight, not out of spite, For someone must stand up for what�s right, �Cause where there�s a man who has no voice, There ours 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. I am never broken. 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 knees, and I will pray. I will get down on my knees, 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. And I am never broken. 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. We are never broken. We are God�s eyes, God�s hands, God�s mind. We are God�s eyes, God�s hands, God�s heart. We are God�s eyes, God�s hands, God�s eyes. We are God�s hands. We are God�s hands.
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