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storms not clear...
we awake one morning
and we are still here
even though the forecast
tells of storms not clear
we travel over every way
and see things change
each and every new day
yet we are still the same
we only know what we see
and the rest is left to chance
unless we know of Jesus Christ
and his sacrifice
if we give our life to him
we wont roll the dice
or play those cards
our fate's in loving hands
so when we get to the point
that life just makes no sense
we can rely on Jesus Christ
and his Father's Grace to win-
leanne denise hendley
)c)2005
and we are still here
even though the forecast
tells of storms not clear
we travel over every way
and see things change
each and every new day
yet we are still the same
we only know what we see
and the rest is left to chance
unless we know of Jesus Christ
and his sacrifice
if we give our life to him
we wont roll the dice
or play those cards
our fate's in loving hands
so when we get to the point
that life just makes no sense
we can rely on Jesus Christ
and his Father's Grace to win-
leanne denise hendley
)c)2005
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storms not clear...
storms not clear...