In midst the battle of the day,
When all hope faded away.
I sunk to my knees,
Hoping to state my pleas.

So to my Lord I turned in prayer,
Seeking His help right then and there.
And with a gentle voice He did say,
“My grace is sufficient, this day.”

How I wept there on the floor,
Broken and beaten to the core.
Then the Spirit spoke to my soul,
Lifted me up, made me whole.

My strength then came from the Lord.
Putting on His armor, taking His sword,
I re-entered the battles raging around;
Standing, defending His holy ground.

So on that day of grace,
I saw my Lord’s loving face.
And how quickly I came to see,
That day, His grace was sufficient for me.