Chapter 41

Saul! Saul!

Saul! Saul!

I braced myself in that vast hour,Marking His mighty nod,Strange winds directed my poor aim:I hurled my soul to God.I saw His casual Hand reach out,The gaping stars grew dim,My soul lay weeping in His Palm:Well caught!I cried to Him.

I braced myself in that vast hour,Marking His mighty nod,Strange winds directed my poor aim:I hurled my soul to God.I saw His casual Hand reach out,The gaping stars grew dim,My soul lay weeping in His Palm:Well caught!I cried to Him.

I braced myself in that vast hour,Marking His mighty nod,Strange winds directed my poor aim:I hurled my soul to God.

I braced myself in that vast hour,

Marking His mighty nod,

Strange winds directed my poor aim:

I hurled my soul to God.

I saw His casual Hand reach out,The gaping stars grew dim,My soul lay weeping in His Palm:Well caught!I cried to Him.

I saw His casual Hand reach out,

The gaping stars grew dim,

My soul lay weeping in His Palm:

Well caught!I cried to Him.


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