There was a girl. The girl traveled to a land far, far away. She met gentle giants, fought fire-spewing dragons, climbed mountains, followed rainbows and found gold. All the while she kept a song in her heart, a song which is about to escape. For when her joys and comforts die, the Lord her Savior liveth, and when the darkness gathers round, songs in the night He giveth. No storm can shake her inmost calm when to that Refuge clinging...
This is my story, this is my song. Since Christ is Lord of Heaven, Earth, and my heart, how can I keep from singing?
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