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Thou Art Molding Me
by Paul Leaman

Oh my soul, Iím so weary,
Father, help me to understand.
How long must I endure this pain,
Oh how heavy Lord, Thy hand.

Yet Thy hand is gentle
Full of purpose and of love.
And I know Thou art molding me
For Thy home above.

by Paul H. Leaman

"For I reckon that the sufferings
of this present time are not
worthy to be compared with
the glory which shall be
revealed in us. Romans 8:18

"Wherefore lift up the hands
which hang down, and the
feeble knees." Hebrews 12:12

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