Perfect Storm
When times become so turbulent
and all is not so well.
Our little world seems so disturbed,
in fact, a living hell.
It's wise at times like these,
to recall the Living Word:
The One who knows our form,
will never leave us
nor forsake us
He's with us through it all.
His hand will keep us,
His Love protect us,
Through this perfect storm.
and all is not so well.
Our little world seems so disturbed,
in fact, a living hell.
It's wise at times like these,
to recall the Living Word:
The One who knows our form,
will never leave us
nor forsake us
He's with us through it all.
His hand will keep us,
His Love protect us,
Through this perfect storm.
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