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if the Holy Spirit within us

were errant, frail and weak

my hope would never be enough

in vanity i'd seek.

if calamity fell upon me

with never a hand to save,

my misery in ending 

would meet me at the grave.

my faith despaired and ravaged, 

resolve a fleeting shame,

if He who covers all my sins

forgot my given name.

seeds of doubt would linger,

sapping marrow out of bones,

if He who called me out of darkness

had cast upon me stones.

never a wretch to be despised

as such a wretch as me,

if the God i called in anguish

were never listening.

this is not the case with Christ, 

nor a manner describing truth;

there is One who's held my hand

since before i was a youth.

i will not fear the darkness, 

nor shall it surface to mind;

as i seek, the Lord will show me

the path i am to find. 

within my urging pleadings, 

my crying in the night,

my God is my provision

leading into light. 

what comes tomorrow in my heart,

what makes the day of grace, 

if not the One who holds tomorrow

and the troubles i shall face?

so given all the circumstance

and every ounce of pain,

today i choose to praise the Lord

and tomorrow i'll praise again!