When I am far from those who care

And find no friendly faces there,

He’s always there, and stands by me.

He takes my cares, and sets me free.

Thank God, I’m free, and I can stand

In the hollow of His hand.

He reaches out across the lands

With bleeding heart, and nail-pierced hands.

He bids me come. Because of grace,

He bore my guilt and took my place.

He reaches down, and helps me stand

There, in the hollow of His hand.

He is closer than a brother-

A real, true friend, like no other.

He’ll never take, but always give.

He even died that I might live.

He gently urges me to stand

Now, in the hollow of His hand.

Sometimes I sit beneath the cross,

Feeling helpless, and at a loss.

When my heart cries, He sheds a tear.

When I’m afraid, He’s always near.

Life can be hard, but it is grand,

Here, in the hollow of His hand.

~Author~

Glen Pysell

Copyright 2000

The midi you are listening to is......"Precious Lord Take My Hand"

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