As You Were

Something dodgy could be
around the corner
And the days of darkness may be many
So still gotta keep one eye on the prize,
No one's invincible
But I can get out of it
Cos faith is the assured
expectation of what is hoped for,
The evident demonstration of realities
that are not seen
I don't yet consider myself
As having taken hold of it;
But one thing is certain
I'm pressing on toward
the goal for the prize
I don't yet consider myself
As having taken hold of it;
But one thing is certain
I'm pressing on toward
the goal for the prize
If I become discouraged
in the day of distress,
My strength will be meager
I can't think about it too deeply
Cos it would drive me mad
But I don't wanna mad
Cos faith is the assured
expectation of what is hoped for,
The evident demonstration of realities
that are not seen