Faith
"Faith is the evidence of things hoped for..."
As I spring out of bed to start my day,
Not knowing for sure what may come my way,
He never moves.
Wrangling choices,
Do this or do that?
Heeding the One who's been where I'm at.
The One who never moves.
A maze of things that this life brings may toss me left or right,
But my soul sings
As my spirit rings with the truth of His delight.
Cause He's been there
And He never moves.
Now the day is done
and I for one by grace have nothing to prove.
For through every twist and turn I've run,
He's there and He never moved.
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