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He's Our Source
He's Our Source

Father God, you are the source from where all blessings come
I seek your strength in order too get through my day,
my refuge when I'm weary.

Your peace and Joy is a comfort too me when things go wrong.
You encamp around me and protect me Lord,
through any raging storm...

My heart is covered with thy love,
and no one can take that from me.
Someday I will dwell with you my lord,
in glory up above..

By girlsisy

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