YOUR GENTLE HAND
Lord, only Your word brings us true life, without You, our souls are filled with strife of this world.
Lord, a culture of death has descended upon us...
The ripping of children from their mothers wombs...A place of safety and growth with nurturing has turned into 50 million silent tombs...
What can we do? What can we do?
Lord, you always judge the shedding of innocent blood; surely Your judgment will come in like a flood!
Lord, hearts have grown both hard and deathly cold....
Any respect for Your word or Your ways is now considered boring, irrelevant and old...
The true foundation of our country has just crumbled away and the state of our land has fallen to the whims of evil hearts and even colder hands...
Lord, they cannot see or understand
We have now scorned both Your grace, and the love of Your gentle hands;
Yea, the love of Your gentle hands....
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