When struggles come into my life,
When difficulties brew.
I will take heart, I will have peace,
Dear Lord I will choose you.
To live with you in poverty,
Or without you in wealth.
Dear Lord, I’d be a poor woman,
And trust you’ll give me health.
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego,
All three chose you, Dear Lord.
Therefore the fire could not burn,
Your grace was their reward.
Oh God, your presence overwhelms!
Oh Lord, I am in awe!
Through rattling and raging storms,
You’re with me evermore.
Father you have the final say,
You’re just, and you are wise.
Our perfect Saviour Jesus died,
But indeed, He did rise.
In times of harvest, growth, and crops,
In times of driest grounds.
I thank you for your presence Lord,
Acknowledge you’re around.
When things are great and when they’re not,
I know just what to do.
I’ll put you first above all things,
Dear Lord, I will choose you.