Even though its not always easy to see,The hand that holds you.
They say God’s the answer,
God’s the way.
Well if that’s true
Then where is he today?
I’ve called and called
But nobody ever showed or answered.
Why has he left me stranded here in this desert?
Without lifting me up
Or showing me the way.
I cried and cried
But he never came.
I learned to push through
And walk on my own two feet.
One day,
A voice of greatness came through.
Saying to me,
You did me good
You went through the fire
When nobody would,
You are my child
And forever I’ll be
With you.
Even though its not always easy to see
The hand that holds you,
Keeping you safe from
The fire that burns you.
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