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TITLE: He By denica mac 05/02/06 |
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Through voice unheard He speaks.
By touch unfelt I feel Him,
And He is whom I seek.
The cross is a reminder
Of His great faithfulness.
He would leave all to find her,
The one whom He did miss.
Through words unworthy I praise Him
For all that He has done.
I would be dead without Him.
Into His arms I run.
My hands unclean I lift
To Him so full of grace.
I know He will forgive
As I look upon His face.
His face is deep and tender,
His arms are strong and meek.
He holds me close and whispers,
“Child, you belong to Me.”
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