When You Caress My Hair Mildly,
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When you caress my hair mildly,
You‘re stroking them with tender kindness.
In Father’s hands, I sit there quietly,
Inhale aroma without bounds.
As a small stream runs into river,
Thus I flow in the grace of God’s Son.
I love you, Lord, I love forever.
And without You I am exhausted.
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