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Thanksgiving In Rome..chapter 8

I am sure I'll not be torn From this love of my Lord. Nothing can change the fact I'm adored This is a promise I find in the Word. Not the dreams of my tomorrows Not the angels of Heaven or Hell Not the powers of death or sorrow The book of Roman's tells it well. I will fly on wings like an eagle I will wait and find new strength I will wear a crown so regal As I go the fullest length. Though you may see my eyes are teary And I'll admit I am no saint Still I will run and not grow weary I will walk and not grow faint. When I fly in the highest sky or if I sink in the deepest ocean As I live and as I die I am still God's creation!

Copyright © November 2000 Ellen K Lewis

Additional Notes:
Inspired by, and taken from the Holy Bible. For reference see Romans 8:38 and 39. These quotes are not exact, but my interpretation of them.


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