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There is hope for me, my smile will rise like the sun
In this world so voracious wanting to destroy me
But I know that God takes care of me

If there is hope for the tree that Job spoke of
It was cut down and yet it sprouted
The new time will come, a new season
My heart will beat again

The great waves may come against me
He calms and then blows the gentle breeze
Through a large window, God watches the world
And never loses sight of me for a second
In Him I hope and smell victory in the air
The cry of a whole night turns into victory
When the morning comes
While I wait, I praise, I sing
And I stand firm in the promises He made

I praise and declare, holy, holy, holy
And I will see my God

And I will see my God