i can continue to move forward;
when you told me I couldn't stand.
i can bring peace to a hostile situation;
just by the wave of my hand.
Try to hold me in bondage,
through Christ I'm made free.
You thought I would drown
in my life situation,
but I sailed through;
like a ship on a rough sea.
i'm more powerful than a tornado,
Prayer is my strength.
When you think I've given up,
my second wind is sent.
i can hold my head high;
when you try to talk me down.
i can speak life to myself,
when no one else will say a sound.
i can maneuver around obstacles
that you put in my way.
i can arise every morning
and rejoice in a new day.
I'm a pint size package,
I've never been tall.
When my enemies come against me;
They stumble and fall.
He said no, she said no, they said no;
but still I'll try…
till I'm six-feet-under;
that's when perseverance dies.
Through Christ there is nothing,
i can not do.
I urge you to believe in Him;
because He believes in you.
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