By Martin Luther
His comforting arms are around me whenever i fall,
even when crying, he dries my tears,
in times of trouble, he is ever ready,
to hold me up in dry land,
My Lord, i pray thee,
not forsake me and keep me near...

"B o o k s h e l p m y m i n d w o r k b e t t e r & l o o k a t t h i n g s a t a n o t h e r p e r s p e c t i v e a n d a n g l e"
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