Flee to the arms of Jesus,
He is shelter from the storm.
Hark” the avenger is searching,
He is cunning, be warned.

Awake” The whisper of Gods spirit,
So loveingly woo”s you to come,
Listen, hear Gods promise,
be of comfort, be filled, he”ll lead you home

Alas” the harvest is ready,
Waiting, Perishing in the storm.
Go my child, rescue the lost,
Gather them safely, Gently home.

Behold his loving arms out stretched,
Always to comfort and secure.
Beware” your every step is ordered,
Trust him, his angels await, endure. 
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