Mark Hanna writes: Above the tempest sea
How can we ever become secure Knowing how limited we can endure Greatness and majesty like no other Majesty which makes our minds wither He loved us before we ever did He also loved us despite our sin By death he came and trampled death Through death he gave us a new breath One night I sat and sought to gaze Towards the stars my heart was raised The clouds were Grey and very thick Rain was falling like heav ...
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