G.R.Speakingchrist - LORD'LL MAKE A WAY

This goes out to all those that are suffering
For doing the right thing
For telling the world Jesus is King
Hold On
Tell your heart not to worry
Don't be troubled
For the Lord is gonna make a way
Somehow
Like a ship that's tossed and driven
Battered by an angry sea
When the storms of life are raging
And the fury falls on me
I wonder what have I done
To make this race so hard to run
Then I say to my soul take courage
Cause the Lord will make a way somehow
The Lord'll make a way somehow
when beneath the cross I bow
He will take away each sorrow
Let Him have your burdens now
When the load bear down so heavy
The weight is shown upon my brow
There's a sweet relief in knowing
That the Lord will make a way somehow
He made the bees the trees the leaves the breeze
The seeds Adam and Eve told em to breathe then conceive
If He did all of that He can handle what you got
The whole world is in His just rejoice and worry not
He see your tears your fears the prayers of your peers
He moving over there yet at the same time over here
You cannot change a thing worrying about that thing
Just turn it over to Jehovah cause He know just what to bring
Correction protection affection a blessing
A love that's uplifting cause of the blood that was given uhh
He worked it out like trainers doing curls
For you and you and you and you cause God so loved the world
The Lord'll make a way somehow
when beneath the cross I bow
He will take away each sorrow
Let Him have your burdens now
When the load bear down so heavy
The weight is shown upon my brow
There's a sweet relief in knowing
That the Lord will make a way somehow
Try to do my best in service
Trying to live the best I can
When I choose to do the right thing
Evil's there on every hand
I look up and I wonder why
Good fortune seems to pass me by
Then I say to my soul be patient
For the Lord'll make a way somehow
The Lord'll make a way somehow
when beneath the cross I bow
He will take away each sorrow
Let Him have your burdens now
When the load bear down so heavy
The weight is shown upon my brow
There's a sweet relief in knowing
That the Lord will make a way somehow
From the Jailhouse the Safehouse even the State house
From the Warehouse the Light house even the Whitehouse
From the Store house the Guard house even to God house
From the Poor house the Court house even to Your house

Written by:
GARY ROGERS

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