in his hand

In his hand

I will know

To the red forest

I will call his name

And on my path, I will know his words

Like the cross, of my redemption

From time of child his shadow cover me

His words could not escape me

As seed grows

From rain of god heart

Lays his hand a upon me

And I walk as grace that shine

Death has no more stings

Nor condemnation has hold over me

As depth of the ocean I am cleanes and

Wash in his blood with no stain

I my free like eagle of in sky

He knows the wind beneath his wing

Are the hands that great him

Place in my heart

Words that never run dry

That carves the river in time

That flows of salvation of a cross

For his shadow has been place over me

From father and mother that love me

Place in pray of there hearts

I came to alter

And said I believe By Ivan McMillan Sunday/APR/2007