It pushes me to finish the tasks that I did not see not myself completing.
It rushes me through the finish line even though my feet are not fleeting.
It makes me strong in adversity, though muscle is what I lack.
It takes me through the valleys, over the mountaintops, and back.
It shows me exactly where to go and what route to take to arrive.
It knows me well enough to give me a detour just because I have to drive.
God’s power, God’s power, lifted up my Savior from the dead;
placing all power in His hands and a crown of victory on His head.
God’s power, God’s power, strengthens me when I acknowledge I’m weak;
providing the same power He gave the Son as long as His will is what I seek.