What is this faith,
am I living it out in vain?
I'm supposed to have joy,
but i'm finding none in my pain.
Where is my God
who said He'd always be there?
When my back is bent
with this cross I have to bear.
He's everywhere, but I just dont' see.
My rock, my fortress,
my God in whom I trust.
The dawn is His smile in the mourning-
the stars are His watch by night.
As I take my eyes off myself,
I see a bigger plan
being set into motion
by God's great hand.
I am not walking this road of sorrow,
Jesus is carrying me.
I'm not running on strength that is borrowed,
It's given to me to see,
God's loving care. |
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