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Who am I to stop Your power?
For You’re able to release and withhold.
Who am I to declare “I cannot make it”
“I will never be plentiful,”
“I lack everything” or “It is impossible”
For You have the final say,
The final words to rule my identity.

You make distinction to Your children —
The world’s a gong where violence increases
And the love of many grows cold.
For these are the last days
But my spirit longs to be at home.

In all the chaos, I found one consistent voice…
And it’s Your sweet small voice
Knocking off the boulders before my eyes,
And leaving me amazed when time rolls by.

I met the different versions of failures and of victories
And I am used to random transitions.
Sometimes, I still find myself in the edge of the cliff —
Afraid but ready to take the risk
Coz one day, all these sufferings shall pass.

You gave me breath, so I will speak of Your glory.
You renew my strength, so I will empower others.
And you lend me life, so it is Yours to take.
Who am I to call off Your vows?
Who am I to stop from praising You?

I ain’t the master of my own existence
I ain’t sure of what lies ahead
Not what the future holds.
But I know for sure —
You’ll never abandon nor forsake me.

I’m not quitting, Lord
I will not back down
And I will rise just as you have risen.
Your love was written in my heart —
So, bless the Lord, oh my soul.