You have searched me and you know me
You have laid your hand upon me
You ordained for me perfection
Obtained thru your ressurection
I was made in a secret place
and your eyes saw all my days
all the days you ordained for me
before any of them came to be
I am fearfully wonderfully made!
the price for my sin is paid!
though evil is all around me
its snares will never surround me
Your thoughts are like the grains of sand
Lord I am reaching for your hand
Is there any offensive way in me?
I ask you Lord to cleanse me!
copyright by lori hollaway
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A mishmash of poetry and songs written by me and others whom I find inspiring.
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