An overcoming life of grace
Is not won by warring will
When all hell attacks apace
I must let my thoughts distill
To rise above this deathly tide
When all that I hold dearest
Is pressed hard on every side
Demands a faith that's fearless
To rest in God's assurance
The footprints that I've pressed
In the sands of time's endurance
Are best walked at His behest
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