When belief has grayed and the fire cools
something keeps me from the way of fools.
It's an unspoken code, a creed for myself;
my spirit's hold, my everlasting help.
It's from the Spirit, tied to His word;
from many verses I've joyfully heard.
It was mixed with faith; it is many hopes.
An escape from the dungeon tied to ropes.
My good gift is my affliction;
a thorn in my side, my life's restriction.
Faithful to hold, like a choke collar;
keeps me at bay when Satan hollers.
Take your emotion, with your oath,
that fails like human strength.
They will falter without growth,
they only hold your breath.
But where it's dark and I can't see,
I have my inner light.
I can march until I'm free,
when I'm weak it's still my might.
It's faithful to hold, like the Father's hand;
my good gift is my affliction;
It rebukes me like a firm command.
in my heart it's His conviction.
