Marvin Sapp - He Has His Hands On You Lyrics
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(He sees) He sees the tears you cry
(And He shares) He shares your pain inside
(And sometimes) And sometimes you wonder why
He allows you to go through what you go through
(Listen) just know He has His hands on you
your days are filled with dark clouds
(Even when the sun is out) even when the sun is out
(And from the top of your lungs) and from the top of your lungs
You shout, will there ever be a change, what shall I do?
Just know He has His hands on you
He has His hands on you
He says He'll see you through
When you cry, He's holding you
So just lift your hands up high
For He will provide
Just know He has His hands on you
Sometimes you feel so alone
Like a child lost with no home
They keep telling you to be strong
But you say, when will it end, when will I win?
But just know He has His hands on you
He has His hands on you
He says He'll see you through
When you cry, He's holding you
So just lift your hands up high
For He will provide
Just know He has His hands on you
When times are hard and it seems no one can understand
But it's in those times that we,
We tend to forget what it means to be in His hands
He has His hands on you
He says He'll see you through
When you cry, He's holding you
So just lift your hands up high
For He will provide
Just know He has His hands
Just know He has His hands
Just know He has His hands on you
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Marvin Sapp – He Has His Hands On You (Live)
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My hands aren’t what they used to be. The skin is like thin parchment now, marked by the veins and the spots that tell the story of eight decades. When I sit in the dim light of my living room and listen to Marvin Sapp sing these words, I find myself looking at my palms, wondering if they still hold what I think they hold.
"Sometimes you wonder why He allows you to go through what you go through."
That’s the line that sits heavy on my chest. It isn't a line for the young ones who still think life is a ladder to be climbed. It’s for those of us who have stood at gravesides while the rain turned the dirt to mud. I’ve spent forty years asking that question—asking it while staring at the ceiling at 3:00 a.m., asking it when the arthritis flares so badly I can’t button my own shirt.
We are taught to treat faith like a sturdy roof, but sometimes it feels more like a tent in a gale. When Sapp sings, "He has His hands on you," he isn’t offering a simple fix. He’s offering a tether. I think of Isaiah 49:16—"I have engraved you on the palms of my hands." It’s a strange, bloody image if you sit with it long enough. To be engraved, you have to be cut. There’s a holiness in being marked by the struggle.
There’s a tension in this song that keeps me honest. It admits that "your days are filled with dark clouds, even when the sun is out." I know that feeling—where the world looks bright to everyone else, but you’re carrying a private winter in your marrow. Some nights, the promise of His hands is all that keeps the walls from closing in. Other nights, I’m not sure. I’m not sure why the change doesn't come, or why the winning is so hard to find.
But then, the song circles back to the lift of the hands. It’s a strange thing to do when you feel defeated, to reach upward. My joints ache when I move like that, yet there is a small, quiet rebellion in the act. It’s an admission that I don't have the answers. I don’t know why the suffering lasts, and I don't know why the clock keeps ticking toward an end I can’t see clearly.
Maybe that’s the point. It isn’t about knowing. It’s about the feeling of being held while you’re still shaking. When I turn off the player, the room is quiet again, and my own hands look as weathered as ever. But for those few minutes, the distance between my uncertainty and His grip felt just a little bit smaller. I’m still here, still waiting, still held. I suppose that has to be enough.