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God Has His Hand On Me
Maybe the future will not hold a river of gold,
but I know there is something that stirs my soul.
When my world crashes down, down, down,
and I find myself flat on the ground,
I know God has His hand on me.
He lifts me up so very high,
I feel my spirit soar and fly.
Life tells a long, long story,
that it's not an easy street.
But I know God has His hand on me.
When the rain showers my life,
and I look up to see the angels cry,
I know that God has His hand on me.
He walks with me to the shore of peace,
weaves the broken road until it meets,
And I know God has His hand on me.
God Has His Hand On Me
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