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!