Out of My Reach
Some times I imagine
By human design
I say magic words
Then all will be fine
I stretch out my hands
I fall on my knees
Lord these are my plans
Grant me my pleas
But there are no strings
Attached to your hand
Upon which I pull
And make my demand
You're sovreign and powerful
Mighty and just
You see beyond time
You call me to trust
You're wonderful counselor
True prince of peace
You never abandon
Despite stormy seas
You're my gracious Redeemer
My solid rock
My faithful deliverer
When my talk fails to walk
By Tamara Wanner
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