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Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Then, When The Storms of Life...


 this song never gets old...


Ah, here we go again
Armed for life’s high and low
With love to bind the wounds of men
With grace whereby we go

Day breaks and draws us through
A myriad of halls
Until the sky is navy blue
As noiseless, the night falls

Where in between these banks
Of sky and sea and sod
We offer up a life of thanks
And leave the rest to God

For both heaven and earth
And the fullness thereof
Belongs to He who renders birth
And tends His flock with love

Then, when we are afraid
As trouble tests our will
Let’s lift our eyes to He who made
Today and abides still

His love will never fail
His love will never cease
Then, when the storms of life assail
His love will give us peace

© Janet Martin

Romans 8:35-39

 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? 
Shall trouble or distress or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?  
As it is written:“For Your sake we face death all day long;
we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”  
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. 
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, 
neither angels nor principalities, 
neither the present nor the future, 
nor any powers,  
neither height nor depth,
 nor anything else in all creation, 
will be able to separate us from the love of God 
that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Hallelujah!


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