Not Done Yet

Troubles came like midnight thunder. Shaking walls I thought were strong. But Roman says

these storms I'm under. Oh, where endurance learns its song.

And every tear that falls in secret becomes the oil that feeds my

flame. Strength of character is rising. Hope is calling out my name.

Oh, yeah. I haven't conquered every mountain yet. But you steady

my trembling feet. I haven't learned to run through fire yet. But you're the

courage rising up in me. Still in His hands, I rise again.

Held, helped, and here, I'm not done yet.