The Strongest Man

The strongest man I ever met

Was he who on his knees was bent.

Fighting in prayer, dependently,

Alone in a room where none could see.

In the secret place, You teach us to stand;

Strength is born in the trembling hand.

Kneeling low is where courage begins—

Lord of Love, make us strong again.

While others played, their laughter spread,

He wept and prayed with hands beneath his head.

When they thought him asleep, he was most awake—

He knew eternity was at stake.

In the secret place, You teach us to stand;

Strength is born in the trembling hand.

Kneeling low is where courage begins—

Lord of Love, make us strong again.

Far from pleasures, toys, and noise,

Far from the world’s distracting voice,

Humbled beneath God’s mighty hand,

He knelt to seek the strength to stand.

In the secret place, You teach us to stand;

Strength is born in the trembling hand.

Kneeling low is where courage begins—

Lord of Love, make us strong again.

May peace crown the warrior’s rest,

Whose battles were fought within his chest.

May mercy guard the path he trod,

And strength return from the heart of God.

For every tear the night has known,

Let morning find its glory shown—

The strongest man, still bowed in prayer,

Is only strong because God was there.

In the secret place, You teach us to stand;

Strength is born in the trembling hand.

Kneeling low is where courage begins—

Lord of Love, make us strong again.