Lyrics
Sometimes I look around, I see it's true of Old. Is it me or is this world, whose love is growing cold? And everywhere I turn, it all looks the same, Lord I want to get off, I'm tired of playing in this game. There's an anchor for our souls. In this age, the Lord is on His throne. Let this be an anchor for our soul. Sometimes I am ashamed, 'cause I feel so low. I been given new life, why don't I let it show! In You I got it made, in You I am so blessed In You I find my hope, in You I find my rest.
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