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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

                                                                                     

                    Selah   

Hold Me by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                                                  Psalm 139:10

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