I am my father's son
Same frame, same race to run
I'll look back when I'm done
And know you were there.
Why did you give me life?
To subject me to strife?
This pain cuts like a knife
But I know you are there.
My short days are fleeting
Time left with heart beating
This knowledge- unseating
But I know you are there.
I need you Lord, to save
My mansion is a grave
You know I am not brave
But I know you are there.
You are there- in weakness
You are there- in trials
You are there- in heartache
You are there- in grief
You are there- through it all
Immanuel- with us
You are the God who is there.
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