Eleven saintly shrouded men, silhouettes stand against the sky
One in front with a cross held high, come to wash my sins away
Standing alone in the wind and rain, feeling the fear that is growing
Sensing the change in the tide again, brought by the storm that is brewing
Feel the anxiety hold off the fear, some of the doubt in the things you believe
Now that your faith will be put to the test, nothing to do but await what is coming
Why then is God still protecting me, even when I don't deserve it
Though I am blessed with an inner...
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