June 4, 2014

Shelter in the Storm

When I upon the seas am tossed, 
And on the cruel waves am lost,
As I utter my last and faintest cry
And I feel there's nothing left but to die,
You never fail to take my hand
And lead me into that bright land. 
You're always there to hear my prayer
Lord, I know You really care!

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