unspoken are the words that raw me to you,
your ways so perfect, but not all are in my view
some are obstructed by the where I stand and what I see,
some of them are obstructed by the doubts that surround me.
Doubt crushes the way I view you, your power
undefined by anything on this world, my strong tower.
Above all the things that may come my way,
you are still the same God of today and yesterday
No matter how clouded I am by the issues of this world,
I can boldly stand by you because you conquered it all.
And that is why you are my strong tower,
my hope for years to come.
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