Although at times I find it hard,
I choose to trust without regard
For any circumstance or voice
That comes to try and sway my choice.
For You are God, and no one here
Can change that You catch every tear.
For You encompass me with peace
Whenever there are stormy seas.
Conform me to Your image, Lord.
Come sunder me with living sword.
‘Tween soul and spirit cut right through—
Joints, marrow, thoughts, and intents, too.
Through trials, You refine my life—
With fire and flood, through stress and strife.
Still, I find shelter in Your wings.
Within Your shadow, my heart sings.
You give me strength when I have none
To focus on Your risen Son.
I long, dear Lord, to see Your face,
So thanks for your amazing grace.