Saturday, April 4, 2015

When my heart is weary, when my soul is weak
When it seems I can't traverse the trail before me 
I survey the glory of your agony
And I find the will to fight for what's before me
Cause you ran the race enduring for you glory

I fix my eyes on you, the founder and the finisher of our faith
I fix my eyes on you, so solace in your suffering is my strength

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