No thought seems to find its way out
In the midst, of uncertain times
Unaware of how to cross this line
Toss and turn, restless night
No thought seems to find its way out
Up and down, this thing called life
Ready to give in but know you must fight
Praise starts rising, in your soul
"Hallelujah! God makes me whole"
Grab your sword, prepare to fight
Breakthrough is coming
Tonight is your night
God goes before you, preparing the way
You follow humbly, meditating night and day
All glory to the King,praise to the One
Who prepares you for battle, for our good and His glory to be won!
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