When I’m tired, and have no strength,
I call to my Lord for help.
Trust His promise, trust His grace,
I rely not on myself.
He calls to me, trust His Word,
Do His bidding, do His will,
Go where He sends, speak His words,
Do not let faith go downhill.
We’ll have good days, bad days, too,
Life...
There is hope for the hurting
For whom Christ they are serving
Misfortune undeserving
With trials so disturbing
No promises of relief
No assurance they’ll be brief
Even if Christ they believe
And forgiveness they receive
Is this meant to be a joke?
At misfortune do I poke?
Have I now, now have...