Reflections
It is that time of the yearTo take stock of past months.Where has the time gone?Through thick and thinYou have been there, Lord.Your mercy has
It is that time of the yearTo take stock of past months.Where has the time gone?Through thick and thinYou have been there, Lord.Your mercy has
Losing control is scaryWhen there is no one to understandYou better be sureIn whom you believeLosing control is scaryWhen you don’t know where to turnThere’s
When all has gone quietAnd you hear nothingYou see naughtYou cryHelp But there’s none to answerYou search for somethingYou find nothingYou screamHelp Life has passed
God’s put me on holdAnd I refuse to hang upAnd I refuse to hang up Clare, thanks for trusting meEven if I don’t tell you
Myrrh is the spice of meeknessMeekness must be essential for serviceIt’s the raging river of submissionForty long years in the wildernessCalling on God until all
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