STILL A FIGHTER
I stand in a stream of madness
And take a moment to still my fears.
In the aisles of dreams and sadness,
You were there throughout the years.
Like branches green above me,
Your loving kindness gently spread.
On pillars strong, your faithfulness
And mercy shades my head.
Through times of trial and sickness
And times of great despair,
Though times of joyous rapture,
I see your handwork there.
By day your love is with me.
At night I hear your song.
Tender mercy and Your kindness,
My companions all day long.
When I turn and look before me
At the avenue ahead,
The birds sing in their branches -
Their feathered rainbows spread.
And yet there's still a distance,
For my journey's not yet done.
More joy, more trials and triumphs,
More battles to be won,
When the storm clouds gather 'round me,
To find my way,
I know not how,
But thus far, the Lord has helped me,
And He won't quit now.
I'm still a fighter.
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