Tossed and whipped ,bearing scars
Burdened by life’s heavy scourge
Sailing through unchartered seas
Seeking relief from worldly ills
He is near to hear your cry
Open up your lips and say
Come dear Saviour and do your will
Deliver me from this constant mill
Save me from the fiery blast
That the devil and demons cast
Lead me to the Mighty Rock
Who will give and show me luck.
Ever patient, kind and near
Forgives our faults and all our sins
Gives us power to practice free will
And welcome us with open arms
Acts 4:12 – Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.
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MARYANN BOSAH 