Wednesday, February 26, 2014

great hands

Great hands of Heaven high come down,
and warm me with your touch.
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Sculptor of this earthly plain,
Come mold this piece of crust.
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Strong arms of love please cradle me,
I'll sleep in peace within.
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Hold me still and hold me close
and rock me till I rest.
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Take my hand and walk beside,
everywhere I go,
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With your massive presence near,
the winds of fear won't blow.
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Great hands of Heaven high come down,
and lift me to your heart.
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Psalm 66:9 Our lives are in his hands,
and he keeps our feet from stumbling.
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blessings,
Rob Smith

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