Spalexma - Grace in Your Hands

It was James with a flat tire, saying, "Take your time,
Brother." No thunder in the ceiling,
Just a touch that made me see.
Heaven wears a work boots, and it walks right next to me.
Oh,
I was looking high and low for a sign I could call my own,
Then your kindness took my hand and brought me home.
Grace in your hands, grace in your hands,