Living life is a struggle.
If not with me then for another.
This world is broken, falling apart
Where is justice? I can’t always see His heart.
But I am never left to walk alone.
Standing before my Savior’s throne
To Him, my Lord, I cry out
And stand in faith for what He’ll bring about.
He is my anchor—my strong tower.
I cling to Him, relying on his power.
So though darkness hurls itself at me,
From that darkness I have been set free.
As I strive, struggle, fail and fall,
My God is with my through it all.
O God, my salvation, make me to look like you.
For Your glory, this I ask you to do.
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