In His hands think of the Sparrow
How He keeps it safe from rain
Remember all those creatures
Are loved as us, the same
In His Hands, think of the flower
When that flower loses hue
Then remember every springtime
When He brings them back, brand new
In His Hands, think of the broken
The burdened, and the poor
Now remember how He answered
When He opened up that door
In His Hands, we are protected
Forgiven unconditionally
We are cared for, and beloved
With concern, so endlessly
In His Hands, we hold the future
To the Kingdom He has made
This is a promise He has spoken
The foundation has been laid
In His Hands, we feel special
In His Hands, we hold the key
He gave His life for something
And that reason was for me
Debbie Looney 08/26/2005
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