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Mar 2020
Walking blind
When the tornado strikes
And you don’t see it coming
You hold on for dear life

Walking blind
You alone feel it
And you are very much alone
Alone and bewildered but not alone

Walking blind
Riding the dark storm
You don’t see the road ahead
Hearing no divine instruction you stand

Walking blind
Your visions are dead
You are failing on every level
Jesus will now have the victory
Written by
Clare
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