Many storms are raging
Oh Lord, Your will be done
Lifting up arms to fight
A battle already won

Blood stained tears that bore my shame
Stripes and blows endured my pain
Sickness and death shall I never see
Because of the death You died for me

For the joy before you the cross you endured
My place with the Father in Heaven assured
Thanks be to you in such great measure
My life forever lived to bring you pleasure

Oct/05