When my heart begins to fret
and my tears I can’t forget,
I run to you…in sweet escape,
and dare to look upon your face.
When my heart begins to trust
I recall I’m made from dust,
lean on you…in sweet embrace,
find your mercy, love, and grace.
When my heart begins to sing
and my soul brings offer-ing,
Heaven’s song of sweetest praise…
I rest in you, Ancient of Days.
When temptation comes; God will provide the way of escape, so that you
will be able to endure it. (Hebrews 10:13)
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