Though trials assail and my knees buckle and bend,
Though flat on my face I resolve to get back up again,
Though the way's unclear and all is blurred in confusion,
I climb to the altar to seek aid and divinely timed infusion,
Time and again I have been knocked flat to the ground,
Time and time again by faith I refuse to remain down,
Though weary, tested, and scarred from the many battles,
Though thrown from the horse I climb back into the saddle,
Christ did not give up on me when nailed onto the cross,
I benefited and I gained from his sacrificial death and loss,
Though often pressed beyond my reason to comprehend,
By faith in God's strength I will keep getting back up again.
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