"My Ever Present Hope"

Poem

Plague may sweep across Your earth

Yet by Your hand I’m kept

Though sickness come, and death be birthed

You will hold me yet

When troubled seas wash over me

Your grasp of me shall fasten

In the corridor of eternity

You hand shall be what has me

You will hold me fast O Lord

In darkened skies and blackest night

When all is lost, I have what’s more

I’m in Your hand, my Song, my Life

When fears do come, I will not faint

For perfect love has overcome it

When death itself looks in my face

I look to Christ, and Zion’s summit

Though the havoc of this day

May persecute me deep within

Your hand will pull me in and say

“This child is mine, I am with Him”

As I rest in sovereign grace

Make me glorify you yet

Let my life exalt your praise

And honor you with every breath