So busy with worries
and the cares of this world we let life pass us by;
Feeling so consume with it all we often breakdown and cry.
Tired of distraction crippling us from sustaining our purpose;
Not understanding all that we have endured will one day be worth it.
He will never put no more on us than we can surely bare;
Calling on the name of the Lord and he will be there.
Expect good in your life among all the turmoil that surrounds you;
Old things have pasted away and all things will become new.

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