Withhold Me From The Knife Poem by Tea Kawana
Withhold Me From The Knife
</>Lord, withhold me from the knife,
I don’t want to go there,
I don’t want to go back.
I know that I am A MESS,
But bleeding won’t solve the problem.
I don’t want to Lord,
And each time I reach,
The brink of it,
I think of Jesus, my Saviour,
Who’s taken all that away,
That I’m free from my past.
Lord withhold me from the knife.
Help me solve my problems,
It’s only to You I can come.
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