A feeling that a massive force has laid A hand upon my soul and hold tight it
And I
whispers to me, "Do not be afraid,
am a mighty power and
a bright
Protector;" these things give— the tiger's roar;
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A solid rock that stands unmoved by time. The crashing waves that beat upon the shore. A stately oak that makes me want to climb, And sit upon the highest branch, and sing. A sheet of pouring rain exceeding sound, That blots the mem'ry of each living thing
From
tree
and bush and rock and from the
ground.
A wind that sweeps away each care and pain. These things have power
that
can never wane.
Becky Gerrans
