| Em | C | |
| If I could tell the world j | ust one thing |
| G | D | |
| It would | be that we're all | OK |
| Em | C | |
| And not to worry 'cause wo | rry is wasteful |
| G | D | |
| And u | seless in times like the | se |
| Em | C | |
| I won't be made use | less |
| Em | C | |
| I won't be idle with de | spair |
| Em | C | |
| I | will gather myself aro | und my faith |
| G | D | |
| For li | ght does the darkness most f | ear |
| CHORUS |
| G | D | Am | |
| My ha | nds are s | mall, I know |
| G | D | C | |
| But th | ey're not yo | urs, they a | re my own |
| G | D | Am | |
| But th | ey're not yo | urs, they | are my own |
| G | D | Em | |
| And | I am n | ever br | oken |
| VERSE 2 |
| Em | C | |
| Povert | y stole your golden shoes |
| G | D | |
| Bu | t it didn't steal your laughter |
| Em | C | |
| A | nd heartache came to visit me |
| G | D | |
| But I knew it | wasn't ever after |
| Em | C | |
| We | 'll fight, not o | ut of spite |
| G | D | |
| For someone m | ust stand up for what's right |
| Em | C | |
| 'Cause where th | ere's a man who has no voice |
| G | D | |
| There | ours shall go singing |
| CHORUS |
| G | D | Am | |
| My | hands | are small I kn | ow |
| G | D | C | |
| But they're | not yours, they ar | e my own |
| G | D | Am | |
| But they're | not yours, they a | re my own |
| G | D | Em | |
| And I a | m never bro | ken |
| BRIDGE |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| In the end | only | kindness matters |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| In the end | only | kindness matters |
| Em | C | G | D | |
| I will get down on my k | nees, and I will pray |
| Em | C | G | D | |
| I will get down on my | knees, and I will pray |
| Em | C | G | D | |
| I will get down on my | knees, and I will pra | y |
| CHORUS |
| G | D | Am | |
| My | hands | are small I kn | ow |
| G | D | C | |
| But they're | not yours, they ar | e my own |
| G | D | Am | |
| But they'r | e not yours, they ar | e my own |
| G | D | Em | |
| And I a | m never bro | ken |
| G | D | Am | |
| My hands | are small I kn | ow |
| G | D | C | |
| But they're | not yours, they ar | e my own |
| G | D | Am | |
| But they'r | e not yours, they a | re my own |
| G | D | Em | |
| And I a | m never br | oken |
| G | D | Em | |
| W | e are never bro | ken |
| OUTRO |
| We are God's eyes For this section, keeping with the rythm, |
| God's hands just keep repeating the |
| transition from: |
| God's mind |
| We are God's eyes Em --- C |
| God's hands |
| God's heart and fade out. |
| We are God's eyes |
| God's hands |
| God's eyes |
| We are God's hands |
| We are God's hands |
"Won't be idle with dispair" should be G and D, not Em and C.