Hands of Mercy
As midnight darkness
Turns into morning glory,
So my soul sorrow tells a story
Written by my Savior's hand;
Etched in crimson: His perfect plan.
. . . .
Though I fall short
His grace is more.
Where my feet faint,
His mercies soar.
And from my weakness
His grace I see,
As is hands of mercy carry me.
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