We struggled, fought,
we overcame;
detractors we outran
But the road got rough--
in deceptive form,
dark dreams eclipsed my lead
My down-trod,
beaten, battered soul
was ready to secede.
And then it hit me--
ton of bricks--
to bring my pride to cease:
A simple man
brought God's grace plan;
now Jesus is my peace.
Written by Thomas Braun
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