| Covered by a silver light
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| Moving shadows try and hold me tight
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| And there are footprints in the sand
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| But you can never tell just where you land
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| When you’re touched by the Master’s hand
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| Blaring thunder, twirling trees
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| Fighting a tornado on my knees
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| So I took my bible to my bed
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| Lit a candle, trembled as I read
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| And I was touched by the Master’s Hand
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| You carry me through the hard times in life
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| Oh and You rescue me from the storms in the night
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| If you are frightened or afraid
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| Bitter words and choices you have made
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| Then lift your face up to the sky
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| Open up your heart and close your eyes
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| 'Cause if you fall, we will land
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| 'Cause His grace is a featherbed
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| When we’re touched by the Master’s hand
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| You carry me through the hard times in life
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| Oh and You rescue me from the storms in the night |