What can be passed by, let me pass,
To hold in faithfulness that You
Will pull me through, at length.
I find myself braced for each day,
Fearing what I can’t see,
But I know what I’m going through
Is not what life should be.
So I will fight through with good cheer,
Though braced for what’s to come.
I’ll live believing in Your Grace,
And I will not succumb.
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