Life is the ruin of this, the beauty of that. Who cares! The question is: Do we love God?
When we are on our own
we can get into trouble
When we are far from home
when we are all alone
we are in a strange country
‘Cause we are like sheep, alone
Yes, we are real defenseless
The wolves are far from home
the lion likes to roam
so, we all need the Shepherd
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