Faith
If all was taken from my life
Except my faith in Jesus Christ
I’d still have hope, love, joy and peace
I’d still rely on promises
My purpose would remain the same
If I still held His precious name
And if I didn’t own a thing
I’d still be richer than a king
If all was taken, even sight
I’d live my life by His bright light
If hearing loss was in the deal
I yet would hear His voice so still
No legs to stand, no feet to walk
No tongue to sing, no mouth to talk
No hands to grasp, no arms to raise
I’d still have cause to give Him praise
At the last sound of trumpet ring
I’d find I hadn’t lost a thing
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