God's Hands
Looking out over the misty gray
I begin to feel the ground crumble beneath my feet
Bending my head down I sucomb
to the booming crash of waves and rocks
With one easy wind
my tear stricken face liften towards the heavens
These easy winds are God's Hands
He knows I am lost
So he embraces me in a circle oh love
and pulls me back to him
with no questions asked
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