Storms
No matter the storms
dreams and trials
It is well with my soul
Whatever may come
He is on my side
And on eagles wings I will ride
With the King of the ages
My days will praise Him once more
On the wings of a dove
My heart will soar
The moment I begin to think its about me
That is when I am oh so very wrong
For I must repent
He desires a humble heart
One who admits failures and faults
And asks for His help, mercy and grace
Oh tis so sweet to trust in Jesus
Copyright © Yvonne Stine | Year Posted 2023
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