  A vessel is tossed in the sea to and 'fro; By the treacherous storms, of one's own crossbow. Storms may come and storms may go; These are just tests, to you God will show. Storms may be harsh, or storms may be mild; It's really up to you, For you are God's child. If you keep ignoring what God wants for you; You may see some storms. Like you never knew. Storms are God's way, of making you strong; Make music with Him, and be His own song. Go through your storms, be tried and true; And God's light will shine, in the vessel called "You". Copyright ©1999 Brenda Atkinson McMahon All Rights Reserved    
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