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Like a ship that's tossed and driven, battered by the angry sea
When the storms of life are raging, and their fury falls on me
I look up and I wonder why, what makes this race so hard to run
Then I say to my soul, "Don’t worry, the Lord will make a way somehow."

The Lord will make a way somehow, when beneath the cross I bow
He will take away all my sorrow; let Him have your burdens now
When the load bears down so heavy, the weight is shown upon my brow
But I say to my soul, "Don’t worry, the Lord will make a way somehow."

Often there are misunderstanding, out of all the good I’ve done
Go to your friends for consolation, and I find them complaining too
I wonder what I have done, that good fortune passed me by
Then I say to my soul, "Take courage, the Lord will make a way somehow."