Who is our comfortor?
In my little bubble, I cuddle myself up
Looking through the bubble, I cuddle myself up
Feeling comfortable and peaceful, In my little bubble
I struggle when the bubble burst, Out my comfort zone I go
Breathing the first breath of air, Crying aloud to announce my presence
Not knowing that comfort of life, Is no longer certain
Growing to see the pain, Knowing this is temporal
Seeing my comfortor, Beyond His comfort zone
Give life to many, My greatest comfort from HIM
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