When He says something to me
It is not just being said
All His words are concrete
On the way ahead
When He wants something done
It has already been done
All His promises are solid
Cannot be undone
When He gives something to me
It is free freedom indeed
His giving’s without charge
Yet cannot be bought
I don’t know
When
He will come back
I don’t know
When
I will die
But I know it for sure
When I see Him face to face
The hands with the scars
Will still hold me fast
