I spent all my years believing in You
I tried the best I could
I Loved my neighbour as myself
I Loved them better still
I cried on my own
when I was sad
tried to seperate my goods from my bad
I asked to send me somebody to Love
And you reached out to me with your left hand
Oh God I will not let go of you
I will wrestle with your left hand
I will hold onto your left hand
I will not
I can not
I shall not
Let go
teach me
will you please show
how I can better what I have done wrong
not untill at last I hear a song
till then I cleave to Your Left hand
and keep reaching for Your right.
Untill I fully understand
Untill my eyes you open wide
Untill then the pain of your Left hand
for me will guide.
Untill I see the Light
And I am on your Right
I will not let go.
His right hand reached out to me...
it was always outstretched
to me...
It was God's Dear Son
that spoke to me
through His Dear ones
I heard Him speak
to my soul
My heart was won
I'm His to keep.
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