Thoughts
Thoughts race through my mind
Spinning me round and round
Such an over whelming feeling at times
That I can hardly stand upright, from weakness I fall
Reaching for a hand to hold
I stretch forth reaching
Is anyone there?
Where are the arms to hold me close?
Will I pass through this time
And come out alright?
As I look into my Savior’s eyes
I see His compassion
He reaches to me
The hand that I need reaches out
He lifts me up from my fall
Wipes the tears and binds the wounds
His gentle touch heals the heart
And brings strength to my soul
His love fills my spirit, gives me hope in days to come
Always knowing He is there
Reaching for a hand to hold
I stretch forth reaching
To find His hand stretched toward mine
And His arms open wide
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