When my world falls down around me
and the ground is sinking sand.
When peace can't be found on this earth
Sweet Jesus I reach out for your hand.
When your hands wraps "round my own"
A strength pours from your soul.
It brings to me a quiet calm.
Till once again I am whole.
The walls around me try to give way.
The voice of Sin attempts to deter me away
but Sweet Jesus my gaze is fixed on you.
I know for sure, you won't let go.
A peace beyond all reason
A rest there in your touch.
Something in your quiet words.
My heart yearns for so much.
If I but rest my worries
upon your shoulder there
Strength that pours forth from your soul
will wash away each care.
Like a cool sweet taste of water
For a tired thirsty man
Or the delicious taste of a loaf of bread
for a hungry fellow
My heart finds peace, my soul is calm.
When my hand finally grasps yours.
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