The Hands of Jah
He uphold me in the hollow of his mighty hands,
So far above the sinking sand.
Holy angels around me stand,
Ten thousand times ten thousands.
I’m preserved in the cavity of his stalwart palms;
I’m sheltered from life’s raging storm.
On life’s angry seas my soul is calm.
His strength is mine, his will perform.
He protect me in his strong, cavernous grasp,
As I watch my troubles slowly pass.
In his care I’m free at last.
His will be done, it’s mine to ask.
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