For He Commandeth And Raiseth
The Stormy Wind Which Lifts The Waves Therof They Mount Up To Heaven...They Go Down Again ...To The DEPTHS ..Their Soul Is Melted B/c Of Trouble they Reel To And Fro And Stager Like A Drunken Man And Are At Their Wits End Then Thet Cry Unto The Lord In Their Trouble And He Bringeth Theme Out Of Their Distress He Maketh The Storm Calm So That The Waves Therof Are Still Then They Are Glad B/c thet be quiet so he bringeth them unto their desired haven. When The Storm Gets Going The Lord Riches Higher In Him ALONE BELONGS THE GLORY
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Hush child I,ll tell you why you have Loved Me when you were weak you have given me unselfishly Kept you From Falling Falling everywhere But Your Kness you set me free to live my life you become my Reason To Survive The Great Divide you Set Me Free Ooh Our Love Is Beautiful Ooh isn,t This Beautiful Child It Seems You Have Been My Everything