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His Hand
by Jim Roberts

From the top of the mountains,
To the depths of the Sea,
The works of your hand Lord,
Is there for all to see.
You've created all that's before us,
All that's come to be.
Lord I know that you have even,
Created little,
Undeserving me.

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Saturday, 17 May 2008

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