His Is Infinite
Search your soul and you will find
Lost inside is what does bind
All to Him who holds together
The very need in storms they weather
The grains of sand upon the beach
The ones footprints to Him beseech
All glory to Him on high
That carries us He won't deny
Your breath today and Sun He wakes
The loved one lost He gives and takes
Is His to call His very own
The newborn child to the full grown
The depth of His cannot be measured
Nor can it be what worldly treasures
Mean to you for He is LORD
Each soul some lost He can't afford
His is infinite and then some
His is you daughter, dear son
Along with things we take for granted
A love betrayed by kiss man planted
His is day and too the night
His is wars that in you fight
The need for His unfailing love
The cure for all, more we need of
This fire burns stronger in me
To wish on eyes that do not see
His is yours to have and hold
His now mine that won't get old
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