Wednesday, March 31, 2010

He Calls Me His Child

Your love washes over me
Like a gentle rain;
Your grace has set me free
From all of my pain.

My eyes forever behold
the beauty of Your face
My heart is now bold,
basking in Your grace.

How amazing is the touch,
From Your mighty hand.
I no longer need a crutch,
By Your power I can stand.

Stand upon this Holy rock
Where I will embrace Your love.
For my heart you did unlock,
When you called me from above.



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