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HANDS OF LOVE

The Father holds out hands to me,

The scars of love shine through,

Why should I try to hide from Him,

When He is one with You?

You gave Your life that I might know,

How true His love will be,

He does not hide His love away,

But pours it out on me.

Why do I fear this love of God,

Assume He’ll bring me pain,

I trust Him for a little while;

Then run and hide again.

I know that I should stand up strong,

Declare the truth I’ve seen,

Wherever I had need of Him,

That’s where my Lord has been.

But then I falter and I quake,

Withdraw into my shell,

Instead of drawing close to You,

I feel like I’m in hell.

I do not chose to stray from You,

And yet somehow I do.

Why can’t I stay where I belong,

Within Your love so true?

Say, who will draw me back again,

To where I long to be?

The very One from whom I hide,

Persists in calling me.

For deep within my hurting soul,

Your Spirit doth remain,

And every time I fall away,

You call me home again.

Your door to home is open wide,

However far I stray,

Though times I feel I’m far from You,

Yet still You hear me pray.

For You reside within me,

You hear my every thought;

Your Spirit sorts my muddled words,

Till they say what they ought.

I reach to take Your hands outstretched,

And find You’re grasping mine,

You never doubted when I did,

You, know that I am Thine.

© 19-20/11/2000