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Unbroken
The storm is raging.
My faith is shaken.
“Lord, won’t You help me?”
“Am I forsaken?”
These faithless questions
Echo inside my head;
Help me remember
That You are not dead.
Sanctify me;
Create me anew;
Show me again
What I am in You:
Child of the covenant,
Child of the blood;
Redeemed by Your grace
and washed in Your flood.
Yet still the waves rise,
Still the great tempests blow
Your voice seems muffled
By the storm here below.
Shine through the black clouds,
Let me see Your face.
Heal my backsliding,
And pour out Your grace.
Wrapped in Your hands
My heart is secure;
The pain that I suffer
Will make that heart pure.
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