I am but a mound of sand
Falling from my Savior’s Hands
Grain for grain
Strand for strand
My thoughts poured out
At His command
They flow like a Fount
Rushing
Through His Hands Divine
I ponder
I see
My life is His --Not Mine
I have already died my death
My funeral I have already seen
The life I Now Live Is not my own
It is
His Life
His Christ
Living
Within
Me
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