The winds of life will blow
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they're sure to come and go
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they meet me at a time when I'm calm and feeling fine
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but the captain of my soul is always on board
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he rocks me in his arms
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while I'm riding through the storm
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While riding through the storm
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Jesus hold me in his arms
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and I am not afraid of the stormy winds and the rains
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although clouds become high
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Jesus holds me while I ride
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I find safety in the Master's arms
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while I'm riding through a storm
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I have no fear on the raging sea
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knowing Jesus is there for me
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he can speak to the winds and the wave
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and make them behave
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all power's in his hand
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on sea or dry land
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I find safety in my Master's arms
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while I'm riding through a storm
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riding through a storm
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Riding Through The Storm
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| Donna Summer |
