Praising the Lord is never something I'll regret,
No matter how the cards are stacked,
No matter how uneven the odds are set,
I will live my life knowing that I'm backed
And I will never have to weep, mourn, or fret,

for everything in my life, I've ever  lacked
This isn't some sort of simple wager or bet,
This is my soul and It's progress, I've tracked.

The Lord Gives things and he takes things away,

that our only true reliance is in our redeemer,

and that we pray to him each and every day.

Lord my soul burns like a hearts streamer,
please take me from this chaotic  and painful fray,
that though some may call me a false dreamer,

I will follow the one and only true way.
The way of our God, not an Ebeneezer.

God you give us conscious reform,
That we may have hope of living with you,
You keep us safe through the storm,
so we hope to remain eternally true.

Lord, as we pray in a world null of form,

You protect us through and through,

That as we worship, be it in our dorm,
You touched us, as we rose and grew.

Lord, I know, when my heart is contesting,

and my doom, and fate seem complete,

My personal will is Continuously detesting,

Satan's attempts at our Lord's Defeat.

He, for footholds, is infinitely testing,

but from God's call I won't retreat,

as Satan's power, God keeps Besting,
so I will follow God's harmonious Entreat