Into each life
some rain must fall.
Sometimes it comes
in a flood of tears.
It is then on my
Lord I call
And my prayers He
always hears.
When troubles come
my way
Whether big or small
Comfort is there for
me
When on my Lord I
call.
When I am sick in
body, heart or soul
In the Bible I am
told
All we have to do is
ask
For every need God
can supply when we
ask.
So, let the rain
come and let the
thunder roll.
I know who is the
Master of my fate
And the keeper of my
soul.
I submit to my
Savior's control.
Copyright 12/12/03
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