The storm may defeat those whose might is in guns and swords,
But surely, the Almighty upholds he that trust in His words.
Strength and grace to the bosom of the faithful,
But great fools are not thankful.
Only if He that forms us in the womb, would open our inner eyes
To see the darkness that roam in the day, we'll melt as ice.
Within seconds leafs falls off stems,
Trust God and stand firm.
You won't fall like leafs and your glory won't dry up
Your glory will remain after you stop.
As we run through the corners off life.
We should remain sharp as knives
Cutting off every condemnation
Praise God in our nations!
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