Think of my love as a fort,
A place to go to for support.
As the storms of life rage on,
Make my arms your protecting port.
Lord, there is none beside, nor before You.
Domine Deus, tu solus sanctus. Amen.
© Greg A. Oosterhouse,12-11-2006
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