to GOD be the GLORY ~ Hold On ~ By Deborah Ann I once was like a ship,you could call me a wreckwhen storms came my wayI’d hit hard on the deck. I could not ride out,the worries they broughtfear and apprehensionleft me anxious and fraught. Under the harsh conditions,I would fold under the pressureso severe were my nervesno turbulence could… (more…)