I've had my share of trials
I've had my share of doubt
The sun has hid for months behind the clouds
But You see straight through the fog
Even the dead of night
Nothing in all creation hides from Your sight
And You say, "Child, let go of your fear
'Cause the fire makes gold out of your tears, woah
And I know you're hurting, and I know you're scared
But trust in the promise that I will be there, oh, child
I am here