The turmoil of life with the whirl of the world, only Christ can wither the swirl. Break forth my beloved child; and drink not this dredge, lift the horn of righteousness, for I am your hedge. Grab a promise stand in faith, bend your knee and you'll see the victory. For who but thee can stop the clamor of the enemy and set the boundary. While they plunder, Jesus transcends like thunder, casting all the whirls and swirls of the world asunder. For is it not part of His salvation to put all things under stand aside see His wonder.
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