Stand Strong

He laughed and said no

I just can’t believe

These tales of a god

They’re imaginary

I turned to run away

Feeling drowned in defeat

I say I try my best

But that is just a lie

Cause when put to the test

I always run and hide

I never once give it a second try

This is my prayer

I’m begging you

Give me the boldness

To push on through

Though they might say no

By my faith I will stand

They have been told

It’s all in your hands

Habakkuk 3: 17- 19 states:

Though the fig tree may not blossom, nor the fruit be on the vines; Though the labor of the olive may fail, And the fields yield no flood, Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, And there be no herd in the stalls, Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength; He will make my feet like deer’s feet, And He will make me walk on my high hills.