Lyrics

[Verse]
In a small town, on a Sunday morn,
Preacher's voice was calm, yet worn,
He said, "There's a plan, it’s all divine,
We're saved by a hand you can't define."

[Verse 2]
Out east in the city that never sleeps,
Decisions weigh, the world it keeps,
A man stands tall in a suit and tie,
Guided by the One up in the sky.

[Chorus]
Jesus pulls the strings, His grace unfolds,
Through the highs and lows, when the story's told,
A world divided, yet hope still sings,
As Jesus works behind the strings.

[Verse 3]
In fields of amber, ‘neath the country sun,
Built on faith and work well done,
They know someone's watching, from above,
Guiding paths with endless love.

[Bridge]
The storms may rage, the battles fierce,
But through it all, His voice we hear,
A steadfast force, when shadows loom,
A guiding light to pierce the gloom.

[Verse 4]
From humble homes to the towering heights,
His touch is felt in day and night,
A nation wanders, oft' astray,
But He leads us back, come what may.