RESCUE

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If my faith seems to waver 
Wadding through life's way
If I'm stumbling and struggling 
Through drowning doubts 

Like Peter
I know you'll pull me up to you

My Solid Rock
Even if my faith faints 
And my heart ails 
My LORD Jesus cannot fail

My Shepherd shall not be weary
A firm foundation for all my days 







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Comments

Anonymous said…
This needs to be in a song!!!! 🔥
29 January 2024 at 15:04
Anonymous said…
The verse is singing the note is deep..
29 January 2024 at 18:19
Grace Ekong said…
😄🥳

Thanks for reading and for the wonderful comments too.
29 January 2024 at 18:53
Anonymous said…
Grace 💘
29 January 2024 at 22:31
Anonymous said…
Awwwwwww I absolutely love this! A firm foundation for all my days!
1 March 2024 at 10:58

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