Ofttimes during my earthly journey I long to be in my home on high
I've been sorely tried and tempted and failed so many a test
He heals the brokenhearted and their wounds he binds all up
I thank the Lord for his love and for never giving up on me
Isaiah 64:8 But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
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