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Oh what a happy day it is To know with joy that I am His I may not know just how to run But I sure know where help comes from My eyes are red with lack of sleep Yet He sustains my step, my speech My fists are up against the lies I cling to truth; my God provides Even when I cannot see I hope in His supremacy I know He loves His little girl In His hand I spin, I twirl I know this night will smudge away And till the light with Him I'll stay I cannot see the morning sun But till I do, with Him I run It sure is good for me to know Though pain is here He helps me grow It would not be so bad you see If I was born just perfectly But I know He's mine and will protect He'll hold and wash and He'll perfect My life belongs to Him; my Love I'll grow in splendor from above I do not seek to know the "why" But simply trust that He'll stand by While all the little stones are moved In Him alone I am approved His precious love is mine you see And in His house oh I am free He draws me to His very heart And from His arms I'll never part For in the end I will look back And find the beauty in the cracks A path so hard I thought I'd crumble But He saw perfection in my fumbles He draws me up to make me spotless And through it my heart will confess He is my hope, I need not roam He is my rest, He is my home
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
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Oh what a happy day it is To know with joy that I am His I may not know just how to run But I sure know where help comes from My eyes are red with lack of sleep Yet He sustains my step, my speech My fists are up against the lies I cling to truth; my God provides Even when I cannot see I hope in His supremacy I know He loves His little girl In His hand I spin, I twirl I know this night will smudge away And till the light with Him I'll stay I cannot see the morning sun But till I do, with Him I run It sure is good for me to know Though pain is here He helps me grow It would not be so bad you see If I was born just perfectly But I know He's mine and will protect He'll hold and wash and He'll perfect My life belongs to Him; my Love I'll grow in splendor from above I do not seek to know the "why" But simply trust that He'll stand by While all the little stones are moved In Him alone I am approved His precious love is mine you see And in His house oh I am free He draws me to His very heart And from His arms I'll never part For in the end I will look back And find the beauty in the cracks A path so hard I thought I'd crumble But He saw perfection in my fumbles He draws me up to make me spotless And through it my heart will confess He is my hope, I need not roam He is my rest, He is my home
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
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