'The good man does not escape all troubles - he has them too.
But the Lord helps him in each and everyone.'
The Lord helps
His will is way above our thoughts
His ways are a mystery, but full of triumph
Every time I have a victory, I can see how great is your love for me
Every time others triumph, O how I rejoice in their blessings
We are all blessed, for we have been created and called Your children.
Often, the road has been rough for some of us
But then, there is always light at the end
We are all special
Help us, make others special
Thank God, there is a Friday; others call it Thank God it's Friday! (TGIF!)
We rejoice!
How big or how small we will rejoice, and we will share.
Thank you dear GOD for making us happy, the Lord helps!
The Lord helps!
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