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Who can stop the sun from shinning?

Who can stop the sun from shinning?

The sun stands alone
Yet it shines greatly
The stars sparkle in the night
The moonlight glows in the night

The gentle breeze blows the sea to and fro
The waterfall gushes without ceasing
Storms comes day in day out
Storms can't hold the ocean

Smile holds no edge
The candle light sparkles brightly
We strive to a path we can't reach
To arrive at an unknown destination

A faith full of hope
A heart full of love
The thin air that we breathe in and out
Is what keeps us alive

When the storm rises
We get frightened
Our mind is full of anxiety
But we often forget that
We can't stop the sun from shinning

He made all things beautiful
The Creator of heaven and earth

He made the sun to rule over the day; his love is eternal;
Psalm 136:8 GNT
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