The chips are down
You've been dealt a bad hand
Nothing you are doing
Is going according to plan
When you're at your wits end
And you don't understand
Its time to learn to trust
Its time to trust
Its time to believe
God has a plan for each of us
You're alone and crying
No one seams to hear
Everything you are striving for
Is going nowhere
When you're all by yourself
And no one seams to care
Its time to learn to trust
Its time to trust
Time to believe
God watches out for each of us
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