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Welcome To Christian Seniors!
Reach Out For His Hand
There are times when I am troubled,
Face to face I meet defeat.
It's then I'm not where I should be,
As sand drifts beneath my feet.
And then I take Your hand dear Lord,
As you bid me, "Come to Thee".
For rest unto my weary soul,
Always You are there for me.
Sand cannot drift beneath my feet
When on solid rock I stand.
It's there that I will maintain strength,
When I just reach for your hand.
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