I Got Your Six - Sundry Times
Find me, not in the wind, earthquake or fire, after the fire a still small voice, from behind you in your ears I will cover thee with my hand, while I pass by a voice of a great rushing, behind me heard behind me a great voice, like that of a trumpet when you walk, His glory shall be shall be your rearward
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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