In His Hands

No more sorrows or pains to bear

This life is mine to love and care

Troubles come and always go

But in the end I have a choice

Of what I’ll keep and what will go

O God I ask that me you’ll hold

Keep me safe, let me grow old

That I may learn what’s mine to mold.

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