When I am weary with faith so frail
When Satan’s arrows against me rail
When my battled heart is broken, lost unsure of what to do
Then I remember Christ was weary, broken, tempted too
When I am lonely and filled with dread
When doubting thoughts cloud my head
When my battled heart is broken, lost unsure of what to do
Then I remember Christ was lonely, dreadful, thirsted too
When I am burdened down with grief
When sorrows come my joy to thief
When my battled heart is broken, lost unsure of what to do
Then I remember Christ grieves for me and He feels my sorrow too
When weeping visits in the night
When this season ends at light
When my broken heart is mended, found, and sure of what to do
Then I remember Christ is with me and He is making all things new
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