He always takes away my envy and all of my grief
And that’s why I call Him my sweet relief
If things were up to me, I surely would die
Yet I try and I try- I don’t even know why.
These human tendencies, I wish they would flee
Jesus, please come and make—over me
Put my fears at bay, but don’t let me rest
Until to the world I have professed
The source of my joy, the taker of stress
The one whom I stand in; for He stood the test.
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