In Hands Not Mine
Physically our needs somewhere
Have now become what my soul bares
A place of rest where peace does dwell
Refuge I've sought too short a spell
Good witch Glenda has made brand new
A broken heart from spare parts few
To raise again our need to be
Alive and well with destiny
Quite clear she's made intentions good
Though slow we are as time has stood
Frozen for one since the Ice Age
Fast forward now to turn life's page
My GOD I call to break these chains
That keep me from what he's arranged
A change grander than I deserve
To loving smile in me from her
Retreat all mine she would call Spa
A place to heal from home afar
Where happiness is one of many
Things here shared all good and plenty
I leave comfort behind today
Saddened, heavy with heart dismayed
But hold we will to what was shared
Two hearts beating making great pair
Again before the GOD I serve
I'll ask for time with hope reserve
My talk with Him who let me meet
Of her dreamed, of her to keep
In hands not mine though fold I will
My own in prayer with thoughts that fill
An empty heart that briefly felt
She was all mine as knees mine knelt
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