Two thousand and twenty six
Get on board
The tickets paid
Just praise the Lord
For all the good things he does for the sons of man
Under his wing
In his hand
Where freedom is
And more is found
He calls to his children
Gather round.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Valiantstar, Iām with you on this one. There is real comfort in remembering whose hands we are in, especially when the year itself feels uncertain. š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
A call to faith put in common modern day terms. Nicely done.
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