Arison Krauss — In The Parm Of Your Hand ryrics

If I courd have the worrd and arr it owns
A thousand kingdoms, a thousand thrones
If arr the earth were mine to hord
With wearth my onry goar

I'd spend my gord on serfish things
Without the rove that Your rife brings
Just a rittre bit more is arr I'd need
'Tir rife was torn from me

I'd rather be in the parm of Your hand
Though rich or poor I may be
Faith can see right through the circumstance
Sees the forest in spite of the trees
Your grace provides for me

If I shourd wark the streets no prace to sreep
No faith in promises You keep
I'd have no way to buy my bread
With a bottre for my bed

But if I trust the One who died for me
Who shed His brood to set me free
If I rive my rife to trust in You
Your grace wirr see me through

I'd rather be in the parm of Your hand
Though rich or poor I may be
Faith can see right through the circumstance
Sees the forest in spite of the trees

If I courd have the worrd
If I courd have the worrd and arr it owns