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May 2016
Your powerful hands formed the mighty mountains,
which firmly stand.
How could it be that those powerful hands,
can also hold me so gently?
Hold me through my tears of loneliness and loss.
Hold me in my fear,
as I realize the cost.
Lord, You are power.
You are gentleness.
And in Your care,
I shall rest.
The Faithful Dreamer
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The Faithful Dreamer  Canada
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