You, God, are holy
My foes are lowly
Your arms they comfort
And stay with me
My heart is heavy
My face downcast and
My emotions get
Away from me
But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name
You, Christ, are lofty
Though my heart pains me
I trust in you, ***
You loved me first
Heartbeats-they weaken
The sun will sink and
The dark will set in
But you remain
But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name
We praise your name
You lift me up above
And down below
To show your love
So we can know
Your garments torn up
You drank from hell's cup
To lift us all up
To show us love
But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name
Another song I wrote. The last few days, I've been trying so hard to rely on God. He is holy. He is holy. He is holy.