| Riding Out The Storms |
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I'm just riding out the storms of life, Struggling with the waves. I can see a light house, beckoning me, Through this foggy haze. Jesus is the keeper, there. He is waiting, patiently, With His beacon shining, O so bright, For all the world to see. And when I reach His lighthouse, I'll sure feel safe and warm. I'll throw out my anchor, there, While He calms this raging storm. I'll dwell with Him, forever, In His mansion so divine And I won't have these storms of life. They'll be replaced with warm Sonshine. |
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