If your life pours forth only a whine, not the wine, Eject the sour, let not the bitter roots entwine; For in the vineyard where faith’s grapes should grow, A Christian stands, not in shadows low.
To dwell in weakness when strength is given, By the mighty hand of the benevolent heaven, Is to commit the gravest sin of all, To see the shield and sword, yet choose to fall.
Harness the power from the Lord above, Embrace His might, endure in His love; Kick out the tremors of fruitless fear, For you are called to be strong, His path to steer.
Let not your spirit to frailty cling, Nor to the dirges of despair sing; Rise, for you have the celestial might, To turn your whine into wine, into radiant light.
Thus, walk in strength, all weakness spurn, With faith as your guide, let your spirit burn; A beacon of hope, a testament true, Of what God’s unfailing strength can do.
