| The Raging Storm |
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There's a raging storm in life, which is very hard to bear; The strife in life, a constant battle raging there Over souls of good and evil, with God's help we have to win. As evil tries to overcome, we just pick up our cross, again. Go marching on, as did our Saviour, when He was accused Of unthinkable things ... His body and soul, sorely, abused By these evil men of Satan, the battle to rage on, still, Angered and determined not to do our Saviour's will. Sometimes, in thinking of all the shame and sorrow which came To my Lord, tears roll down my cheeks, unashamed. It breaks my heart in two, to know how some would put Him on a cross When all He ever did to anger them was to save His children from loss. That was two thousand years ago. Still, the battle rages on. But on someday, tomorrow, when all battles are over, the war will be won; Not by Satan and his helpers, but the soldiers of God's pure love With Him knowing, all the while, His Father was waiting up above. So one day, the raging will be finished. It's by our own Father's will That much love, from up above, to the overflowing of our heart's He'll fill. Marching on to victory, the hill to climb is long and hard. But, every step will be worth it, when we come into our sweet reward. |
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