Times
I feel low, I feel besieged
Who I come to rescue me I ponder?
Dark thoughts surround me, dark times enter
This world seems lost, who is there to save?
The uncertainness kills, hopelessness creeps in
What am I supposed to do in this time of desperation?
My soul cries out in this time of oblivion
Someone please rescue me from my own prison
The pain is numbing, my heart keeps pounding
Thoughts being to attack, my soul cuts lose
Is this the day? Is this my time?
Nobody seems to hear me from my own shrine
Then when I feel the lowliness begin to empower
A chill up my spine, a hair-raising mystery
The Bible says in all the times of desperation I have the
victory
The blood of Jesus has washed my slate clean
In my weakness I will rejoice
For when I am weak the Christ in me is strong
I feel calmed I feel rest assured
For the one in me is greater than the one in the world
My soul will rejoice in Christ the redeemer
Who came and conquered, he is the healer
Let the dark times come now I am least bothered
With his hand in mine, the sin in me is overpowered
I am not of this world, they have epiphanies
I am child of God, I have theophanies
May God fill my heart, may no fear enter
Though outwardly I may be dying by inwardly I am being
renewed
Very nice
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