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Seventy-Seventh Psalm (Oh The Depths Of My Soul)
by Larry D Crowder
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Late at night, when the world is still, I find myself in thought, it's a bitter pill
Recalling memories, both old and new, seeking comfort in the words I once knew
Though the depths of my soul cry out, in the darkness I let my doubts sprout
But I remember the stories of old, and find solace in the words that fold
I think back to moments of joy and pain, the victories and losses that lived to stay
Yet in the midst of all my doubt and fear, I cling to the promises that are near
Though the depths of my soul cry out, in the darkness I let my doubts sprout
But I remember the stories of old, and find solace in the words that fold
Though the depths of my soul cry out, in the darkness I let my doubts sprout
But I remember the stories of old, and find solace in the words that fold
Through the night, I wrestle with my fears, but find myself in thought, it's a bitter pill
Recalling memories, both old and new, seeking comfort in the words I once knew
Though the depths of my soul cry out, in the darkness I let my doubts sprout
But I remember the stories of old, and find solace in the words that fold
I think back to moments of joy and pain
Late at night, when the world is still, I find myself in thought, it's a bitter pill
Recalling memories, both old and new, seeking comfort in the words I once knew
Though the depths of my soul cry out, in the darkness I let my doubts sprout
But I remember the stories of old, and find solace in the words that fold
I think back to moments of joy and pain, the victories and losses that lived to stay
Yet in the midst of all my doubt and fear, I cling to the promises that are near
Though the depths of my soul cry out, in the darkness I let my doubts sprout
But I remember the stories of old, and find solace in the words that fold
Though the depths of my soul cry out, in the darkness I let my doubts sprout
But I remember the stories of old, and find solace in the words that fold
Through the night, I wrestle with my fears, but find myself in thought, it's a bitter pill
Recalling memories, both old and new, seeking comfort in the words I once knew
Though the depths of my soul cry out, in the darkness I let my doubts sprout
But I remember the stories of old, and find solace in the words that fold
I think back to moments of joy and pain
