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God is Not a Marionette (Part 1)



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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