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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. 
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