| The One who moves the Mountain |
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God sees what lies in our future. He holds us safe in His hand. Yet, slowly, we slip through His fingers Like an hourglass full of sand.
We're afraid to put our trust in Him,
Lord, please let me have that faith
The road I walk, it seems so rough. |
| © 2002 by Claytia Doran |
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