The righteous hand shall guide us
Through the halls of power and shame
Dark and damp and without hope
Yet it will be there, the righteous hand, at the small of your back
Gently pushing you where you dread going the most
to see the master of truth
to see the host of the most
The righteous hand is an extension of the righteous mind
And we struggle…
Is there a mind made mightier than the rest?
Is there someone so righteous it's clear they know best?
It's a risky game to play but the pieces have been set
is it true about our station in this life, or do we choose what we get?
Perhaps unwittingly, with reason left behind
You won't even know it when you've convinced yourself
That you possess the righteous mind
And of course, by extension Your righteous hand shall guide us