Strongholds Will Be Broken

 The footstool of the Lord will

 always be remembered.

Like an oasis in the desert,

it will never be severed.

Let mankind rejoice and praises be heard..

For the love of the Father

is promised in His Word.

With a cloud you are covered and

 with heat you are warm..

Strongholds will be broken

and good memories be a token.




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