#7 The Divine Hand in the Market

bass guitar solo, 808 drums, bass drops, melodic hooks, danceable groove

**[Intro]**  
*You are never alone in the crowded square…*

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**[Verse 1]**  
Imagine walking through a busy market stall—  
The noise, the colors, bargains, and the calls.  
A child distracted by the shiny things,  
Forgetting for a moment what the parent brings.

The hand was always there, warm and near,  
But the child’s eyes were captured by the fear  
Of losing trinkets, missing out on deals—  
The parent waits; the parent sees and feels.

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**[Chorus]**  
The Divine hand is holding yours right now—  
You just forgot to turn and check the how.  
In every loss, in every loud demand,  
The parent never loosens its command.

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**[Verse 2]**  
You think you’ve wandered far and lost the thread,  
That Spirit packed its bags and went to bed.  
But look behind the curtain of your stress—  
The hand is there, still gentle with your mess.

The market is the world of want and need,  
Where ego plants its ever-hungry seed.  
But none of it can pull you from the grip  
That holds you through the wreckage and the trip.

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**[Chorus]**  
The Divine hand is holding yours right now—  
You just forgot to turn and check the how.  
In every loss, in every loud demand,  
The parent never loosens its command.

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**[Verse 3]**  
So when the crowd gets loud and you feel small,  
And every face becomes another wall—  
Just stop. Breathe in. Feel for the unseen palm.  
It never left you in the busy calm.

The parent walks the child through every stall,  
Not to prevent the stumble or the fall,  
But so the child, in time, will turn and see:  
The hand was love, and love was always free.

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**[Chorus]**  
The Divine hand is holding yours right now—  
You just forgot to turn and check the how.  
In every loss, in every loud demand,  
The parent never loosens its command.

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**[Bridge]**  
Release the need to see it with your eyes—  
The hand of God is not a visual prize.  
It is the pulse behind your panicked chest,  
The quiet saying, “Child, you’ve passed the test.”

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**[Outro – Chorus softly]**  
The Divine hand… holding yours…  
Through the market and the wars…  
Parent never loosens its command…  
You are held. You are held. You understand.

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**[Intro]** *You are never alone in the crowded square…* --- **[Verse 1]** Imagine walking through a busy market stall— The noise, the colors, bargains, and the calls. A child distracted by the shiny things, Forgetting for a moment what the parent brings. The hand was always there, warm and near, But the child’s eyes were captured by the fear Of losing trinkets, missing out on deals— The parent waits; the parent sees and feels. --- **[Chorus]** The Divine hand is holding yours right now— You just forgot to turn and check the how. In every loss, in every loud demand, The parent never loosens its command. --- **[Verse 2]** You think you’ve wandered far and lost the thread, That Spirit packed its bags and went to bed. But look behind the curtain of your stress— The hand is there, still gentle with your mess. The market is the world of want and need, Where ego plants its ever-hungry seed. But none of it can pull you from the grip That holds you through the wreckage and the trip. --- **[Chorus]** The Divine hand is holding yours right now— You just forgot to turn and check the how. In every loss, in every loud demand, The parent never loosens its command. --- **[Verse 3]** So when the crowd gets loud and you feel small, And every face becomes another wall— Just stop. Breathe in. Feel for the unseen palm. It never left you in the busy calm. The parent walks the child through every stall, Not to prevent the stumble or the fall, But so the child, in time, will turn and see: The hand was love, and love was always free. --- **[Chorus]** The Divine hand is holding yours right now— You just forgot to turn and check the how. In every loss, in every loud demand, The parent never loosens its command. --- **[Bridge]** Release the need to see it with your eyes— The hand of God is not a visual prize. It is the pulse behind your panicked chest, The quiet saying, “Child, you’ve passed the test.” --- **[Outro – Chorus softly]** The Divine hand… holding yours… Through the market and the wars… Parent never loosens its command… You are held. You are held. You understand.

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