Fog

Jeremiah

Fog


Not always to be explained in our time in our place only trusting in his name 
Dare to do at gods command 
Things carnal reason would condemn 
Build a ship upon dry land 
Like the man called noah 
Many then would poke their fun 
Certain rain would never come 
Living life left to themselves 
They thought noah something else 
But he'd found he had found a place of confidence 
March around for seven days 
Around this town 
Around this place 
no weapons guns to blaze 
only what the lord and masters told them 
blast the rams horn 
shout for joy 
battles won victory sure 
they they had found the place of confidnence 
not always to be explained 
in our time in our place 
only trusting in his name 
he is our our place of confidence 
he is our