When the clouds become dense,
When the battle with sin rages intense,
Every fibre in my being growing tense,
And nothing seems to make sense,
Lord help me to see through Your lens,
Rest in Your love for me that's immense,
And know that Calvary You already paid the expense.
When the mountains seem too steep,
When the valleys seem too deep,
When darkness begins to creep,
And my strength and hope starts to seep,
Left with nothing much to do but weep,
Help me hold on and know that Your promises You keep!
*Scripture for Meditation: Psalm 119:50
"My comfort in my suffering is this:
Your promise preserves my life."
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