God of My Praise

Though stormy waters of life I face
And trials by fire I daily race;
Though friends betray and family falls,
And for faith I'm bound in prison walls;
Still I pray my song shall be
To God my King in whom I'm free.
Though beaten and bruised in shackles of sin,
My hope is, and will, remain in Him.
He who has defeated Death,
And in whom I draw my every breath.
I trust all to Him, my hands I raise,
For He, alone, is God of my praise.

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