Come lack come wealth
Come ill come health
Come good come bad
Come joy come sad
In trouble and peril
Persecution deep and real
In famine or nakedness
In blackest of darkness
Neither depths nor towers
Nor all world's powers
Neither death nor life
Neither peace nor strife
In conviction refined as by fire
Persuasive in will and desire
Nothing! No...thing!
Nothing separate us from the Love Of God
Through Jesus Christ its ours, its all we've got!
(Romans 8: 35-38)
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