With heavy heartand open hands
I kneel before you now
no strength left to stand
with trusting eyes
I look to you
whatever comes now, Lord
I know you�ll see me through

For your grace and your mercy
have been poured over me healing my wounds and setting me free

With tired feet
and self-exile done
I rest here in your arms
no strength left to run
with loving hands you dry my tears
you pull me close
and kiss away my fears
For your grace and your mercy
have been poured over me healing my wounds and setting me free

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2000 �Iris Laureate-all poetry copywrighted
1999 � Sites by Starr
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