SOUL CONSEALER-- SO CONSEALER
So conceal me
When troubles come
Soul conceal me
The horns and trombone come
Sounding in Symphony
My Lord will stand
And I will fall
I will not call nor would I were for my Father
Shall He oh will He conceal me
When Trouble Comes
He Stands Tall with his arms
With his hands He will conceal me
When Trouble Comes He's my God
My God will hide me in his sanctuary
He will place me on top above the Abyss
O'Holy Mountain Jeremiah Rock
You keep me up above all by concealing me
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Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
Nahum 1:7
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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