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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
62/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 Nahum 1:7

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