At All Times

As I look in the eyes of those passing by me,

I can't help but see the sorrow.

The helplessness these kids must feel.

If only they knew who to turn to.

While I'm weeping,

I will worship.

While I'm waiting,

I will worship.

While I'm winning,

I will worship.

At all times.

I will bless the Lord at all times.

I was happy when they said unto me,

Let us go unto the House of the Lord.

In His house, I find peace.

In His presence, I find comfort.

This is what makes me happy.

He is fighting for me.

 

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