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'Open Hands' by: Pete Bush

I face my Lord with open hands, for His true love is just
And when my troubles cripple me, it is in Him I trust

He places in my open hands, the wonders of this place
My task to steward over them, for they are blessed by Grace

My fingers start embracing them, so lovely in my sight
I feel a fear of losing them, my fingers dig in tight

But when my time is done with them, He prys away my hands
And takes those things entrusted me, according to His plans

But still I pray He bless me with, a heart that understands
Why I must receive His gifts, upon my open hands.

by Pete Bush, 1996
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