I Trust You, Lord

I feel the stain of darkness and my sin
A hidden voice recounting all my shame
I confess his work and glory
The power of his name
But the path to life seems like it has no end

I lift my eyes
Where does my help come from
Hear my cries
Till the strife is done
Till I reach the end

I trust you Lord
And the promises of your word
Sustainer of my days
Worthy of all praise
I trust you Lord

I feel the sting of death throughout my pain
A body weary from great suffering.
I rehearse the gospel story
The truth that I still sing
But it's carried in a fragile jar of clay

I lift my eyes
Where does my help come from
Hear my cries
Till the strife is done
Till I reach the end

I trust you Lord
And the promises of your word
Sustainer of my days
Worthy of all praise
I trust you Lord
And the power of your good work
With confidence I stand
Surrendered to your plan
I trust you Lord

One day our faith will be made sight
And every wrong will be made right
And then I'll see you face to face
Forever whole by endless grace

I trust you Lord
And the promises of your word
Sustainer of my days
Worthy of all praise
I trust you Lord
And the power of your good work
With confidence I stand
Surrendered to your plan
I trust you Lord

One day our faith will be made sight
And every wrong will be made right
And then I'll see you face to face
Forever whole by endless grace



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Writer(s): Matt Freeman
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