With every storm that passes through
I find myself grateful anewThat, regardless how the storm blew,
I came through holding on to You!
Psalm 55:8
I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.”
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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