Words and music by Bob Hartman
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Based on Romans 12:2
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Western world where the strong survive
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And the meek will inherit the dregs
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Living now in the twilight time
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Will the world hear the answer it begs
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Secular and sacred blur
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Without even raising a flag
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When so many masters call
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Is it the tail or the dog that will wag?
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With some among us weak at the knees
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And many others who do as they please
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There still remains a witness
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The few who will stand and say
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(Chorus)
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I've got strong convictions 'bout the way that I live
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I've got no concessions that I'm willing ot give
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Strong convictions that are worth living by
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Strong convictions 'till the day I die
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It's so hard seeing black and white
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When so much appears to be gray
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WIth no faith in the absolute
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It's no wonder the standard will stray
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With bold convictions leading the way
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With those who have them willing to say
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There is a new horizon
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I can say as for me and mine
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Pressure makes the perfect diamond
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Measure of the saints refining
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Don't ever want to stray
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I really want to stay
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Steadfast and immovable in Him
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Strong Convictions
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