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Your Hand

Oficina G3

When nothing it has reason
The day passes without if seeing
It seems to be everything against me

When I find me in affliction Running without having direction
I think that my end arrived

I want to feel Your hand
Holding my hand
To hear Your voice to call me

It comes to erase this solitude
To take off me of this blackout
I want to always have pra Your peace

In this storm I can see Your presence and to Your supporting Me power in Your fondness






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