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Grace found me though far from home,



But Mercy took me back.



Then Truth brought wondrous help to me,



As Love erased the lack,



And though I live to be a crone,



I'll never comprehend,



How a Holy God could love me so



He would hold me in his hand.



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©3 November 2001 - 5:48pm — onelilartist
9 September 2003 - 4:15pm — Stephanie Cox (not verified)
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Absoulutely brilliantly wonderfully excellently fantasticly greatly interesting poem! Well done- P.s - how do you put pictures and a different font of writing on?

4 November 2001 - 5:48pm — deborah russell (not verified)
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A very wonderful poem...thank you for sharing on Postpoems... deborah

4 November 2001 - 5:48pm — Michael Wakeman (not verified)
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How could a Holy God love you so that He would hold you in His hand? It might be a mystery to you, but I know. He looked at your heart and knew that you would fit nicely in His hand. Michael