Grounded

I sink my feet in

Into the cement of Your Word

It wraps around my legs

I am locked into its grip

 

The earth quakes beneath

The four winds of uncertainty

Strike me from every side

But I am not moved

 

Economies fail and empires fall

Predictions miss their mark

The unthinkable becomes reality

But nothing can shake Your Word

 

For every challenge

I have a promise

I have a truth for every lie

I have a hope which is anchored in heaven

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