Faith takes over thought, and I feel like I’m lost in this space,
feels like I’ve turned a corner now, but still can’t see past my hands..
And in the time it takes to count the cost, will I ever claim the gain,
or do I take that step of faith, and leave the gain to claim itself?
And in the faith of the blind, be led by Your hand
in the wisdom of the young, be glad in your grace?
Yours is the Light, Yours is the Truth, Yours is the Son.
Yours is the time tested cornerstone, my foundation.
Would you bring the rain, would I be dismayed?
My shelter, from the storms, would I stand?
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