When grief rushes in like a raging river

When grief whispers into my aching soul

When grief invades like the chill of winter

When grief barges in and takes a hold…

I will run

I will run to the sanctuary

I will come

To the One who calls to the weary

I will run

I will come to the sanctuary

I will fall at the feet

Of the One who loves me.  

I will run

I will come

I will breathe

When grief rushes in and my heart starts racing

When grief settles in and takes control

When grief stirs my mind and my spirit

I will hold on, be still and know

I will run

I will run to the sanctuary

I will come

To the One who calls to the weary

I will run

I will come to the sanctuary

I will fall at the feet

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