Through (Psalm 77)
The lightening, thunder, whirlwind and rain
All of the trials causing me pain,
Tempt my weak faith to doubt You are there,
To think You’ve forgotten or become unfair.
Until I remember Your great deeds of old,
Your holy redemptions, dramatic and bold,
And get my poor heart and my eyes to agree;
You walk with me unseen THROUGH the deep sea
by Paul Martin
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