When the whirlwinds blow harder
Our soul swept away to float like a kite in the winds
Waves stricking us to highs and lows like of the tides
Our unfastened spirits let a stray  like sheep without a Shepherd
We be holding in our will walk us back to the right path
Will be unough to have us put in the duel of the ravenous flesh
We be looking at our Lord shame all over  our looks
As we remember of his love and benevolence
That for us he forebore our shame in great travail
Gave us a righteousness that we proved too weak to keep


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