Ginny Pamplin


Wrap Your Loving Hand around me
Let me not escape
Thrust my soul into the fire
Seal its chosen fate
And tho I know my broken cries
You feel as if Your own
Let the dross within me rise
And scoop it from my soul
Add whatever needful thing
that makes me see the Light
reducing me to purity
Lord, melt away my pride!
Then at last the day will come
When our image is made One—
Reflected in my soul You’ll see
The Beauty of Your Face
My soul at last in purity:
A trophy of Your Grace.

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