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guymanuel
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A storm arises and roars like a lion,
Causes turmoile, chaos, men to fear;
It moves on forward, a tempest to destroy,
As it approaches, men believe the end is near.
No answer is heard, they lose all hope,
They cry out in prayer, is the Lord asleep;
Is this our end, God will not help,
Will we all be lost, in this deep.
All is shaken, and the storm right on top,
Fear takes over every heart of unbelief;
We must be judged, for all our sins,
We will all die, and cast forth in grief.
One last plea, OH Lord do you not care we die,
Then a Voice abounds, PEACE BE STILL;
OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH, WHY DO YE DOUBT,
The storm quiets, peace is now, all gives a shout.
Guy Manuel
Causes turmoile, chaos, men to fear;
It moves on forward, a tempest to destroy,
As it approaches, men believe the end is near.
No answer is heard, they lose all hope,
They cry out in prayer, is the Lord asleep;
Is this our end, God will not help,
Will we all be lost, in this deep.
All is shaken, and the storm right on top,
Fear takes over every heart of unbelief;
We must be judged, for all our sins,
We will all die, and cast forth in grief.
One last plea, OH Lord do you not care we die,
Then a Voice abounds, PEACE BE STILL;
OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH, WHY DO YE DOUBT,
The storm quiets, peace is now, all gives a shout.
Guy Manuel