Hears me

When I’m lost in a strange place
When I’m surrounded by danger
When I hear footsteps in the dark
When there’s an uproar of death’s messengers
When I stand on sinking sand
When I’m skidding downhill
When there is chaos and help is only a mirage
When unbelief fills the atmosphere with its stench
When men fail me
When my strength lets me down
When my armor backfires
When my knowledge comes to nothing
When I call on you for help, you rise, oh my King, you rise!

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