| I Know Who Wins |
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| Poem written by Andrew Rowell. | |
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Though waves should rise, And my ship be tossed, I shan’t make fuss, Of anything lost. Nothing on this earth Can fill me with dread. I am not worried Of what lies ahead. With Jesus my Savior as my guide, As well as being by my side, I shall not fret about the rising tide, For in my Savior I shall abide. Though tempests and snares should spring up in life, And deaths of loved ones should cause pain and strife, I shall not grow weary, I shall not give in, For the battle is closing, And I know who wins. With God watching over me from on high, With great, great relief I heave a deep sigh, For no matter the cause, The second I die, I shall be with the angels, In heaven to fly. |
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