Poetry

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Oh my, through the clouds I see,
how the Lord is Good,
Though many do not see Him,
Oh, how I DO!

When the seas crash about,
and my life withers from fear,
that's when I see, oh surely that He is good!
Oh my God, How he is Good!

No more than an inch is He from me,
so close yet always testing, my love for He,
and in the rain, and through the storm,
I am shown over again that He is good!

Oh My God, for He is good!
no need to lie in shame,
Stand up, for my God loves me,
And in the end, when the clouds part,
there I will be, the Savior, and little ol'me!

Oh my God.

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