Rain
drifts slowly above the waves
The
rainbow lights the sky
And
I recall the promise of
A
love that does not die.
My
heart sings in the drifting mist
In
words of grateful praise,
You
are the Lord of all the worlds
Direct
me in Your ways!
1
Thessalonians 3:11
Now
may our God and Father himself, and our Lord Jesus, direct our way to you,
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