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Rainy Journey | ||
| Boring though the rainy night To a spot we've never been We are never gripped with fright. We will get there, don't know when. Though the signs are hard to see And we have to stop and ask, We proceed unerringly With our eyes upon the task. By a miracle at last We're arriving safe and sound. Praise the Lord our journey's past And our haven we have found. | ||
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