~ In The Hollow Of His Hand ~

I'm in the hollow of His hand
Why should I doubt, when I can stand?
Why should I fear, when I can know,
That He is with me, where ever I go

Cupped within His loving grace
My days are blessed, no none erased
And when I sway o're land, and sea
My God is there to rescue me

Swept away, my sins no more
God has shown me, what I'm here for
The blood He shed, was bittersweet
Now bathed in pureness, His love concrete

Within the hollow of His Hand
I've see His footprints, in the sand
I now know, He died for me
No longer lost, now I can see

Debbie Looney © 8/28/2006

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