Lord, You whisper to me not to worry
"For I, your Father, know what you need."
Lord you told me I'm very precious to You:
You hold me in those nail scared hands.
How wonderful to be in Jesus' heart;
So much love, peace and compassion.
God's big hands hold me each time I cry
He whispers, "I understand your tears."
Heaven is beautiful because God is there;
The comfort is one day, Heaven will be complete.
When you and I and all the Saints get home,
I pray, even so, "Lord Jesus, come."
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