HIS HANDS

His hands lift me up when I have fallen
When I feel that I am at the very end;
When hope is gone, and life seems worthless
He reminds me that he is my true friend.

He walks beside me through the darkness
Knowing that once again I'll see the light;
When I stumble, he will catch me
Lets me know that it's all right.

For the Father has a plan for me
All he asks is that I follow him -
His hands show me only mercy,
Forgiving me my every sin.

I will follow, even blindly
Through everything that life demands;
I am safe with Him beside me
Trusting ever in His hands.

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