Saved

Each new day brings its trouble,
It has its share of strife.
Though it assaults with vigor and force,
My anthem remains eternal life.

Salvation belongs to my God,
Who has seen all His children blest.
And though beset by circumstance,
He lays them down in peaceful rest.

Let us cry aloud now to our God,
For His ear is bent to our plea.
Approaching His throne with confidence,
From Satan we have been set free.

This is not to say we're not still lashed,
As the storms of life blow to and fro.
But it is a calm assertion,
That even then our faith will grow.

Saved!  How that word now thrills the soul,
And is to the heart a constant balm!
We know not what the morrow brings,
But saved, we'll face it all with calm.