And no matter where I roam
I will find my way back home
I will always return to the
Lord
In the gentle evening breeze
By the whispering shady trees
I will find my sanctuary in
the Lord
I was headed for a fall
The I looked up and saw the
writing on the wall
Like a full force gale
I was lifted up again
I was lifted up again by the
Lord
I was headed for a fall
The I looked up and saw the
writing on the wall
In the gentle evening breeze
By the whispering shady trees
I will find my sanctuary in
the Lord
And no matter where I roam
I will find my way back home
I will always return to the
Lord
Like a full force gale
I was lifted up again
I was lifted up again by the
Lord
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