When thorns pierce my soul
Or when despair digs deep
When harmony forsakes me
And turmoil becomes a new ally
When dread and panic walk with me
And disaster dishes out its mayhem
Peace be with my soul
When I feel you have forsaken me
Or when sin tastes so sweet
That I want to forsake my faith
When my past seems better than my present
And when all I have is stripped off
Remind me of who you are
And the peace in my destination
Most of all
Let peace be with my soul
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Lord, sometimes I see wealthy people Adorned in pearls, gold and purple tunics I see them fat, with fat wallets and fat cars I see them walking in a rich
Sunday, 31st December 2017, 12.45pm Anger is what I feel when they jeer at me Resentment takes the best of me When they torture my soul and rip my heart
Sunday, 31st December 2017, 12.32pm Sometimes Lord, my faith is shaken There’s too much theory about you Everyone has their perception of you And when they share, it conflicts with
