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Bob Marley y la providencia del Seņor
Like a ship that-s tossed and driven, battered by an angry sea; when the storms of life are raging, and their fury falls on me. I wonder what I have done, that makes this race so hard to run; then I say to my soul, take courage, the Lord will make a way somehow. The Lord will make a way somehow, when beneath the cross I bow, He will take away each sorrow, let Him have your burdens now. When the loads bears down so heavy the weight is shown upon my brow, there-s a sweet relief in knowing the Lord will make a way somehow. Verse 2: Try to do the best in service, try to do the best you can; when I choose to do the right thing evil-s present on every hand. I look up and wonder why that good fortune passed me by; then I say to my soul, be patient, the Lord will make a way somehow. Often there-s misunderstanding, out of all the good I do; go to friends for consolation, and I find them complaining, too. So many nights I toss in pain, wondering what the day will bring; then I say to my heart, don-t worry, the Lord will make a way somehow.
Compartido por José Pablo Fernández el 10 de diciembre de 2013