Monday 17 December 2007

An Old Friend.

Lord I'm really glad you're here.
I hope you feel the same when you see all my fear,
And how I fail,I fall sometimes.
It's hard to walk on shifting sand.
I miss the rock, and find I've nowhere left to stand;I start to cry.
Lord, please help me raise my hands so you can pick me up.
Hold me close, Hold me tighter.
I have found a place where I can hide.
It's safe inside
Your arms of love.
Like a child who's held throughout a storm,
You keep me warm,
In your arms of love.
Storms will come and storms will go.
Wonder just how many storms it takes until I finally know
You're here always.
Even when my skies are far from gray, I can stay;
Teach me to stay there,
In the place I've found where I can hide.
It's safe inside
Your arms of love.
Like a child who's helped throughout a storm,
You keep me warm
In your arms of love.
Amy Grant.

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