Though Sorrows Well And Flood Like Lunar Tides…

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Though sorrows well and flood like lunar tides

And evil settles in a sieging war;

My LORD, my strength, shall shield me on all sides-

Encamped around, behind me, and before

 

Though doubts encroach obedience to choke

Emasculating hope & joy as well;

Arriveth Father’s angels as He spoke

The torrents raging ’round us soon to quell

 

And so as darkness rains, its onyx drops

Doth seek to pierce the heart where liveth He;

Yet as they pound & burst with constant plops

The Drummer’s rhythm reigns inside of me

 

Though tempests beat and storm our ev’ry part

The Drummer loves us so He’ll ne’er depart!

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