Reaching for Jesus to give your hand,
Always brings His sweet reflection,
He raises you up so you’ll feel grand,
You see He became rejection.

He tasted anguish, all sadness 'round,
Jesus the sweet gentle Savior,
He'll carry you to jubilant ground,
Lifting you high in His favor.

You are never alone with Jesus,
He’ll wipe tears as you reach to touch,
Oh His Beloved Arms will soon caress,
And give His Love you need so much.

I love Jesus, Who but our sweet Lord,
Promised never to forsake us,
We're made whole by His Blood that so poured,
Keep Him in your heart and be blest.

Reaching for Jesus to give your hand,
Brings His Love and tender care,
Happy or sad He will understand,
Oh His Love's beyond compare.

©Sondra McPherson
October 23, 2003
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I will exalt You, my God the King;
I will praise Your name for ever and ever.
Every day I will praise You
and exalt Your Name for ever and ever.
Great is the LORD and most worthy of praise;
His greatness no one can fathom.

Psalm 145:1-3