When the bitter winds of troubled times assail me,
Be the shelter steadfast for my careworn life;
Be the love, the mighty love that will not fail me.
In the lonely canyons of uncertainty,
When I'm prone to wander and my steps deceive me,
Be the path to higher ground, and help me see
That your love, your mighty love will never leave me.
In the wake of deep despondency and pain,
When my heart succumbs to grief and tears enchain me,
Be the unrelenting peace I can't explain;
Be the love, the mighty love that will sustain me.
© 2018 David Acosta
When I'm prone to wander and my steps deceive me,
Be the path to higher ground, and help me see
That your love, your mighty love will never leave me.
In the wake of deep despondency and pain,
When my heart succumbs to grief and tears enchain me,
Be the unrelenting peace I can't explain;
Be the love, the mighty love that will sustain me.
© 2018 David Acosta
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