My soul
grows rich in wonder and joy,
The majesty
and mercy of the Almighty
Pour over my
soul
And I am
washed,
Away,
As flotsam
and jetsam,
In the
torrent of his glory.
His love,
like his wisdom,
Knows no
bounds.
He holds the
universe
in his hands
as tenderly
as a father
holds his
first born.
He sings
songs to us
And tells us
stories
That we do
not understand
But we know
When we cry
He hears and
responds
And
in the
depths of our being
we know
we are loved
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