We often don't understand
Problems or their means
They so easily destroy
Our goals and our dreams
There's a way out
As we all should know
Just as God made the rivers
His love will always flow
He always sees and hears
All the things we do
He gave his only son
For strangers, me and you
He wants to take it away
And give you peace
You can't run and hide
Everything my God sees
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