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The Lord is all around,
He is in front and back;
But nowhere have I found,
He is where minds do lack,
Such knowledge is beyond,
The grasp that I can reach;
But know He does respond,
Through all times that I preach.
So where then can I go,
That I can get away;
Maybe where rivers flow,
Hide from the light of day.
Go to Heaven or hell,
The dark side of the moon;
Or the sun I could dwell,
Or inside a balloon.
Your left hand would still guide,
As your right hand would hold;
For darkness cannot hide,
A sheep lost from its fold.
For the dark turns to light,
As the night bright as day;
And showing all His might,
Molding me like some clay.
He made in your mother,
The seed so it could grow;
That does bloom no other,
But you the world to know.
His eyes saw you inside,
Your mother in the womb;
Past the day that you died,
As you lay in the tomb.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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