Trials creep up slowly
Triumphs come and go
Oh when times get troubled
I'll lean on the lord

Decades drift out deeper
Good health fades to poor
Oh when I get to the end
I'll lay down my sword

Hope will pull you upward
Grace will let you roam
And when decades disappear
I will take you home

This is the starting of the tempest rising up
This is the parting of the seas within our clutch
And when the calmness washes over every ounce of wavered trust
Then the fog will overload, and the thaw will overflow

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Writer(s): Aaron Mader