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March Winds | ||
| The winds of March have come apace Though February is not o'er. The breeze is blowing in my face And sounding like a lion's roar. I know not where it had its start Or where it's heading to from here. It's telling me to do my part And face the future without fear. It tells me of the mighty pow'r Of God who holds me in his hand. I know I'm cared for every hour, Though how, I many not understand. | ||
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