The battle rages on as storm and tempest roar. We can not win this fight: inside our rebel hearts we`re laying down our weapons now.
We raise our white flag, we surrender
ALL TO YOU
ALL FOR YOU.
''The storms may rage and crash on me, but God my refuge and my shield, you give me grace and peace to still my heart.''
What`s but a little more treading through thick mud
or wandering through barren land to finally reach paradise?
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