Your Grace has brought me this far,
Carried me through all my battles.
And I bear the many scars
The wounds gained in each hurdle.
In all of my human fighting
A struggle against sin in my life,
I choose to go on forgiving
To surrender all vengeance and strife.
I bear all the insults and scorn,
For the sake of Your Gospel, I speak.
Though my being is mocked and torn
You make me strong though I am weak.
Praise to You my Eternal Savior,
My King and LORD, I submit
To Your Sovereign Will and Power
With love, I bow at Your feet.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~04.26.15
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