An Unopened Book
The Touch of the Savior's Hand
A Touch of a Scarred Hand
Deep within my darkest hour,
when I thought I was alone.
When my faith had lost its power;
It was then he let it known.
Oh my dear lost sheep,
please know that I am near.
You are part of the flock I keep,
With me; you've nothing to fear.
In my arms I'll carry you;
Your trails we'll both face.
I'll mend your wounds, pull you through,
You'll find comfort in my embrace.
And when its time I'll help you stand.
Lean on me for I am your stone.
Until your ready, I'll hold your hand.
within my flock you're never alone.
Though you are one of so many.
Know this; I know all of your pain,
all of your joys, the battles you fought.
I know you by face; your name.
What you've done I've never forgot.
Let peace be with you; find your way.
No matter how lost you feel you are,
I watch for those who fall astray.
For I am your Shepard; a guiding star.
Your in my eyesight, I hear your pleas.
I will come to you always, my lamb.
Help lift you from your knees.
With a touch of my scarred hand.
D.Cody Herring
An Unopened Book
Copyright April, 3013
Deep within my darkest hour,
when I thought I was alone.
When my faith had lost its power;
It was then he let it known.
Oh my dear lost sheep,
please know that I am near.
You are part of the flock I keep,
With me; you've nothing to fear.
In my arms I'll carry you;
Your trails we'll both face.
I'll mend your wounds, pull you through,
You'll find comfort in my embrace.
And when its time I'll help you stand.
Lean on me for I am your stone.
Until your ready, I'll hold your hand.
within my flock you're never alone.
Though you are one of so many.
Know this; I know all of your pain,
all of your joys, the battles you fought.
I know you by face; your name.
What you've done I've never forgot.
Let peace be with you; find your way.
No matter how lost you feel you are,
I watch for those who fall astray.
For I am your Shepard; a guiding star.
Your in my eyesight, I hear your pleas.
I will come to you always, my lamb.
Help lift you from your knees.
With a touch of my scarred hand.
D.Cody Herring
An Unopened Book
Copyright April, 3013
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The Touch of the Savior`s Hand
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