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My Father's Hand
I have found when my daily life
is overwhelmed by stress and fear
I reach up and grab Jesus hand
for His presence is always near.
When life crumbles around me
and answers seem but a far
He walks through the blaze
conforting me in my war.
Giving me sweet peace
as I stumble along each day
He is there to pick me up
teaching me to walk His way.
I I keep a hold of His hand
till I reach that blissful shore
then He won't have to clinch my
hand so tight anymore.
rhonda ramsey cash
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