Lord as i'm going from trial to trial
You stretch me and grow me
to be more like You.
I kick and I squeal,fight hard against it,
but You will have Your way
what 'ere I might do.
It feels like you're stretching and molding too much,Lord
It seems that You're pushing
to grow me too fast.
The trials pile up on top of each other
Will they never stop,Lord?
How long will they last?
You know my heart is completely committed,
to stretching and growing
and doing You will.
But at times my old nature rises against it
kicking and fighting
and will not be still.
Lord, with your help i'll conquer the problems.
I know one day
i'll be totally free.
Then You will take me from glory to glory
So i'll persevere
till that victory I see.