When you weren't holding me, someone was.
The contours of His hands filled with love.
His arms here, held me like a child.
Though on the outside I cried, on the inside I smiled.
Sometimes the devil takes hold of your head,
Rips you around, and makes you spiritually dead.
But your Father is watching and waiting to help you.
He only wants your permission to do so.
Pray that you need Him, tell Him He's all.
He's prepared to catch you when you fall.
No matter how old, you're always His babe.
He'll carry you through life just as long as you're saved.
He wants happiness for you to the fullest extent.Why else would His blood and tears be spent?
When things get rough and Satan looks good,
Confess to God all the things that you should.
Go to the altar, lay it all out.
Make sure He knows you have no doubts.
Admit you need Him, the pain will disappear.
He'll hold your hand and wipe your tears.
Jesus, I love you. I need you with me.
Fill me with a peace that others can see.
Use me to fulfill Your will and bring others to You.
For it's You that I serve in all that I do.
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