[Verse 1 — Male lead, close and conversational] Eighteen months in Okinawa, Then orders brought me back. Northern Maine outside my window, One suitcase to unpack. [Female lead — warm answering voice] You asked about a church that Sunday, Your landlord showed the way. [Male lead] I went there hungry for the Word, Came home with more to pray. [Pre-Chorus — Alternating leads] [Male] I had been quick to call out wrong. [Female] Still learning love could make truth strong. [Chorus — Natural three-part harmony] Lord, put my hands to work, Let Your Word get through. Not just something I believe, But something I can do. Let conviction turn to kindness, Let the first change start in me. Lord, put my hands to work Where You need me to be. [Verse 2 — Male lead; female answers] [Male] I turned the yellow pages slowly, Called the numbers, one by one. [Female] A quiet pastor called that evening: “Tell me what you're looking for.” [Male] “Someone bold enough to teach me, Who will listen when God speaks.” [Female] He said, “I do my best,” And saved a place for me. [Bridge — Memories passed between distinct singers] [Male] Two garage doors, fifteen chairs. [Female] Nothing grand to draw me there. [Third voice] But the Scripture found its mark. [Fourth voice] Mercy met an eager heart. [Fifth voice] More than words to carry home. [Soft five-part harmony] Faith had work to call its own. [Final Chorus — Fuller harmony, same gentle volume] Lord, put my hands to work, Let Your Word get through. Not just something I believe, But something I can do. Let conviction turn to kindness, Let the first change start in me. Lord, put my hands to work Where You need me to be. [Closing dialogue — Piano and nylon guitar only] [Male] We built a church. I stayed and grew. [Female] Then Boston called. Faith traveled too. [Male] What did you find? [Female] A place to serve. [Ensemble — One soft title line] Put my hands to work. [End — Immediate stop]
