Needs a little cabin on a lake
Or a the cabin of a boat
To retreat to
When the wind rises,
The thunder booms,
And the rain sheets down
But my fisher home
Isn't a place, it's a person
And He doesn't protect me
From thunderstorms and hail
No, He gets me through
Rising tensions and
Falling pay,
The cold of loneliness
And the sting of life day-to-day
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