But God
It hurts so badthis pain inside
I can hardly breath
I can't rest
I can't even think straight
what is this my joy restrained
the rain pours like an ocean's tide
my heart is riped the seams bursting wide
the grief burns like a raging fire
and all the torment makes it burn higher
deep inside a storm chuns and threaten's to
blow me away
but in the wild of the storms fury a voice calls to me
be still my heart and listen to the song being sung over me
hosanna hosanna hosanna in the highest
hosanna hosanna hosanna in the highest
hosanna in the highest.
and all I can say is thank you God
because I know that my delieverance is at hand.
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