It may take time, on this journey slow
What lies ahead, I’m not sure I know
But the hand that holds this flailing soul
He will not let go

There may be days when I cannot breathe
There may be scars that will stay with me
But the deepest stains, they will be washed clean
And He will not let go

When all around my soul gives way
He then is all my hope and stay
When grief has paralyzed my heart
His grip holds even tighter than the dark

I’ve heard it said
This too shall pass
The joy will come
That the hurt won’t last

So I will trust
That within His grasp
I am not alone
For He will not let go


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