- cifra
Mountains ahead of me and valleys behind
The road may be narrow, but your mercy is wide
Sorrow may linger and last for the night but I am never alone
The joy of the Lord is my strength, my strength
I may be weak, but I will cling to the vine
I’m pressed but not crushed, for You are making new wine
Wounds may be opened and weakness revealed, but I will be healed in the fire
The joy of the Lord is my strength, my strength
(You are my strength)
Sorrow may linger and last for the night but I am never alone
Wounds may be opened and weakness revealed but I will be healed in the fire
The joy of the Lord is my strength, my strength
I have a river of life flowing out of me!
