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The straw to bring a horrid fate The last straw to be drawn I always get the short one It seems all hope is gone The straw that broke the camel's back The burdens are so great It seems my weary struggling Has no way to abate Like a drowning woman I grasp at straws that float It seems that there's no liferaft Let alone a boat But as I reach for the flimsy reed Of Faith on which to stand Just as I'm about to sink I'm holding a strong hand The straw I thought so weak & frail As it first appeared Was the Hand of Jesus Christ *My Savior & my LORD* SoulSurvivor (C) 6/21/2016
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
The Straw
The straw to bring a horrid fate The last straw to be drawn I always get the short one It seems all hope is gone The straw that broke the camel's back The burdens are so great It seems my weary struggling Has no way to abate Like a drowning woman I grasp at straws that float It seems that there's no liferaft Let alone a boat But as I reach for the flimsy reed Of Faith on which to stand Just as I'm about to sink I'm holding a strong hand The straw I thought so weak & frail As it first appeared Was the Hand of Jesus Christ *My Savior & my LORD* SoulSurvivor (C) 6/21/2016
I'm not going to let circumstances Get the better of me. I'm back on site.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
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