When devils will be demons
When they hide not from their trade
When they don't pretend to goodness
But reveal of what they're made
But reveal of what they're made
When they rage against the heavens
And they roar right out of hell
Those become the moments
For which you can never, never tell
For which you can never, never tell
You don't know if their fury
Will sweep you right off the earth
You don't know if their destruction
Will destroy your sense of worth
Then turn your eyes toward heaven
And God who believes in you
He will throw his arms around you
And he will see you through
He will throw his arms around you
And he will see you through
(Poems)
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