Thursday, November 18, 2010

His hands hold the ocean
and hang each shining star
His hands hold my portion
and my deepest scars

His heart knows my sorrow
and is bound eternally to mine
His heart wrote my tomorrow
according to His design

To his heart and hands
I yield my dreams and plans
Fear is lost when I see his face
Dismay is stilled when I rest in his grace

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