Evil is alive and well, it has lifted it's cowardly head As our nation sifts through rubble, in search of our dead We all now search for answers as the drama now unfolds Take comfort in the truth my friend, our God, the anchor holds Our nation now looks for reasons, amidst our grief and despair Haunted by vivid images as the smell of death fills the air Good can come from evil, last night a man saved his soul Take comfort in the truth my friend, our God, the anchor holds We have banned prayer from our schools The ten commandments are no longer found Yet in the aftermath of tragedy, the call for prayer abounds What profit is there in this world, to gain, yet lose your soul Take comfort in His promises, our God, the anchor holdsBirth sign: Libra
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