Safe In Your Fold
Lord, let me imagine my hands,
in yours placed if I indeed can,
or removing the shoes you wore,
to wash the dust from your feet footsore.
Lord, the words you spoke let me believe,
as one of your followers you received.
Let me imagine the power of your voice,
cause me to desire your truth by choice.
Lord, the air you breathed, over me blow,
the rain that quenched your thirst in me flow.
The sun that warmed your heart and soul,
enter my spirit that I might truly know.
Lord, through the eyes that wept for fallen man,
help me to see a part of your glorious plan.
As one of the sheep held safe in your fold,
let me not stray from your arms that enfold.
For this is where I truly need to remain,
no other place could ever be the same.
A place where you know all yours by name,
and I am one that willingly came.
Acts 4:12 “Salvation is found in no one
else, for there is no other name under
heaven given to men by which we
must be saved."