Storms of life will come my way Threatening to knock me astray In the armor of God I will dress To battle whatever comes my way. Listen for my voice Follow my lead Do my will for you Then the Joy of your Lord will fill your heart Peace will enter in Leave perfection in My hands The hands that were pierced for you. Pliny, Historia Naturalis, 37,

Praises of thanksgiving Will flow from my lips In the depths of my soul His joy has entered in. Still I bought the car at a great value.

He refreshes us with rain showers. From heaven I have come To invite you to live in me From the beginning of time This was my desire. Hide vehicles with: