My Saviour
I see Your arms outstretched wide
As my heart's tears overflow…
You took my place; for me You died
While satan grumbled down below.
Wonderful friend with endless power
I need you more and more …
Prepare me for the nearing hour
When you lead me through Your door.
You guard me night and day
Keeping me in Your hand…
Helping me to honor and obey
Your Word and your command.
At your feet I will always pray
Thankful for Your grace…
In Your arms I'll forever stay
Humbled before Your beautiful face.
John 6:47 Verily, verily, I say unto you,
He that believeth on me hath everlasting life.
Julie © 2006
Author's note: satan is intentionally not capitalized.
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