Take Cover

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Broken edges where will  I find refuge
Disconnected from the father
All is beginning to leave me
The weather is not good I need to stay hid

Purge me from my guilt
This is what I need
Missing all this gifts
That my protector carried away
This were all nature now they have to give way

Great is your faithfulness
For there is no trace
Made all this mix up without missing the rain
Chains is now uplifted
What a mighty change

In his bosom I lie all retrieve again
Save from bondage
Now the mystery as end
My great tower I run in
For am now made the king

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