I choose to look to You,
Hard it may be,
But I choose to trust in Your Word.
Beautiful Creator,
King of Majesty,
Thou art majestic,
Compared to the ghetto of my anxieties.
My sweet LORD Jesus,
My lips will praise Thee,
And I will continue walking with Thee,
Even if it gets tougher and tougher.
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