Still
Hide me now
Under your wings
Cover me
within your mighty hand
When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with you above the storm
Father you are king over the flood
I will be still and know you are God
Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Know his power
In quietness and trust
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things

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