“Honour God with your trust”.
It dawned on me like
the soothing rays of the rising sun
after a dreadful stormy night.
I cried over and over again
“Lord, help me trust you”,
but nothing seemed to change.
I am tired of fighting for survival,
keeping my head above the water,
Worry, helplessness, confusion…
They, too, fight for survival.
No, they aim for destruction.
Raging, desperate cries:
“Don’t you care that I perish?”
Shivering, I hand them over to him.
“He delivered him up for us all,
How shall he not with him also, freely give us
Why do you say,
“My way is hidden from the Lord”?
He gives power to the faint,
When you have no might he increases strength.
When you faint and fall exhausted;
you wait for the Lord, he shall renew your force;
you shall mount up with wings like eagles,
you will run and not be weary;
you shall walk and will
“What more do you want?
He’s your bleeding Saviour,
He wiped your slate clean.”
His blood purifies your conscience
From the dead works
to serve the mighty King.
You are more than conqueror,
through Christ all things you can do,
because he’s the one giving you