In the Hands of God


	In The Hands of God Search my heart, oh God pull out all my sin, Fill me with your spirit, my Lord make me pure and holy within. I surrender to you, my King I’ll fight against You no more, I want to serve my Holy Savior and receive all the blessings You have in store. Shape me with Your hands, great God to be a servant loyal and true, Remind me everyday, my Friend to give thanks and praise to You. Hold my hand and walk with me down the straight and narrow path, Help me to reach out to others to save them from the Father’s wrath. JRS © 1-13-01 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved