Things that fall in the middle of the night
Things that I don't know if I can make right
It's those things that keep us up at night
Oh keep our face looking towards the light
Keep our eyes open skyward
This may last until the end of time
But we will march and keep on trying
Waves that crash on the shore
Days that keep asking more and more
Wind that blows us to the end of our rope
But we have faith and we know
The angel of the LORD encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them
Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.
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