When

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When the clouds are low and threatening

And the sky is far from blue

When the winds and waves rush in at me

When my thoughts are a dark hue

When the world is rough and echoing

And the time is rushing by

When the sky seems to fall in on me

Then I hang my head and cry

That cry is heard on a distant plane

It's heard by the One who knows

That when elements are really harsh

And the mighty wind it blows

Then at that time when our needs are great

When beaten at every side

We open our ears and listen for

The help that will turn the tide

And the One who understands our call

Who has felt it all before

Sends comfort and knowledge to help out

As He's done for many more

The Battle

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 The Battle

Satan is waging a battle

Against the souls of men.

Bar the door with the Iron Rod

And do not let him in.

He wants us to be so busy,

So frantic every day,

That we forget to take the time

To get on our knees and pray.

He fights a vicious warfare,

Our fathers he would take.

He wants them to focus on things

That would cause their souls to break.

He will not stop at fathers,

He wants the mothers too.

He'll try hard to distract them

From the good that they could do.

The children are included

In his all-out evil war.

He keeps them entertained

So they won't fight him anymore.

But we have a friend in battle.

Our Captain's at the helm.

He'll lead us on to victory yet.

Satan cannot overwhelm.

We'll bar the door with the Iron Rod.

We'll bow on our knees to pray.

We'll turn to our Savior in time of need,

And we will win the day.

By Sherie Christensen