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I can't count the holds

You have on me Lord


Your love grips me


Your words nurture me


Your hands hold my head to your bosom



You embrace me with comfort


Your grace . . .  Oh, Your grace


And your mercy, nothing can speak of it



No, I could never count

The blessedness You hold me with


O Lord, keep hold of me

In Your innumerable ways



Hold Me by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                                                  Psalm 139:10

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