I shall not fear the men who pride
Themselves in sin and laugh all day.
Their talk is near. Their lips are wide.
They smile within. With fire, they play.

But God, my force, whose arms I trust
To lift me up far from the claws,
To change my course and rise from dust,
To drink the cup despite my flaws.

He saved me yet, from death’s despair
And gave me hope to live today.
His grace I met, though it’s not fair,
I live. I cope. In Him, I stay.