God's got a purpose for all things.
And I'm not Him.
I've got a lump upon my chest
that hurts with every breath.
I'm God's hands, it's for the best
but it's got me scared to death.
I've always been a hard-assed thug
for whom fear's been a stranger
but now I really need a hug
to help me hide from danger.
I've always been the one who's paid
my way through pain, and more,
but today I'm scared, and needing aid
to swim to the fatal shore.
So I ask your arms, though far away
to help me stay afloat this day.
Music from Mandisa, with He Is With You.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
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