Tossed to, tossed fro Buffeted*on all sides Shaken without mercy In fitful*sways it stands   Thin as it looks and is In the midst of the howling wind Bent, though unbroken …is the reed   We may bend But break? Nay! Our salvation is full and not of us Though we be shaken, our foundation sure stands For we chose not but are of Him chosen   No matter what the times tell We’re too bedecked* with grace To […]