When on the anvil
Of doubt and despair
There is a will beyond my own
Presenting to me hope and life:
The choice is mine – the path I take
Though steep it winds, this choice I make.
When on the journey
My delicate strength
Depletes and I am left alone.
But God is greater than my fault:
He chides, He speaks and leads me on
Though I am weak and the path long.
And upward I go
Though my heart be faint
There is reborn in the ashes
A hope restored to the dying.
And joy is real, it springs anew
True life revealed in morning dew.