I have heard the slander of many
Terror on every side
While they council together against me
A scheme to take away my life
I am small, concealed in this darkness
Yearning to see the light, but I may never
Because of the heartless attempt
To take away my life
Am I safe? The water around me
Is changing. Is it allright?
I am burning. Oh what are they doing?
They want to take away my life
But as for me, I trust in Thee
Oh, Lord, my times are in Your hands
You are my God, deliver me
From the solution that they have planned
I'm condemned, completely unwanted
I struggle to stay inside
Oh, my dear mother, your future is haunted
If they succeed and take away my life
I'm cut off, exposed in this cold room
For love and warmth I strive, will you discard me
Throw away or starve me
And slowly drain away my life
But as for me, I trust in Thee
Oh, Lord, my times are in Your hands
You are my God, deliver me
From the solution that they have planned
Desperate hands reach out to embrace me
And steal away in the night
A gentle voice is speaking assuringly
No one will take away your life
Now I am one apart from the millions
Fortunate to survive
And though I bear on my body these old wounds
They didn't take away my life
But as for me, I trust in Thee
Oh, Lord, my times are in Your hands
You are my God, deliver me
From the solution that they have planned
The Survivor was written by Phil Keaggy.
The Survivor was produced by Alan Shacklock.