Leslie’s Devotional


I have watched Leslie Troyer grow into a beautiful vessel of the Lord. Her family first came to our church when she was a preschooler. Now she is our children’s pastor and the middle school teacher at Lighthouse Academy, a Christian school in our church.

Recently, Leslie shared something God had shown her in the Scripture. I was so moved by her testimony I asked her to write it down so I could share it on my blog. I hope it blesses you as much as it did me.

What’s Your Legacy?

In the first year of Cyrus, king of Persia, in order to fulfill the word of the Lord spoken by Jeremiah, the Lord moved the heart of Cyrus king of Persia to make a proclamation throughout his realm and also to put it in writing:

This is what Cyrus king of Persia says:

“The Lord, the God of heaven, has given me all the kingdoms of the earth and he has appointed me to build a temple for him at Jerusalem in Judah. Any of his people among you may go up to Jerusalem in Judah and build the temple of the Lord, the God of Israel, the God who is in Jerusalem, and may their God be with them. And in any locality where survivors may now be living, the people are to provide them with silver and gold, with goods and livestock, and with freewill offerings for the temple of God in Jerusalem.”

Then the family heads of Judah and Benjamin, and the priests and Levites—everyone whose heart God had moved—prepared to go up and build the house of the Lord in Jerusalem. All their neighbors assisted them with articles of silver and gold, with goods and livestock, and with valuable gifts, in addition to all the freewill offerings.

Moreover, King Cyrus brought out the articles belonging to the temple of the Lord, which Nebuchadnezzar had carried away from Jerusalem and had placed in the temple of his god. Cyrus king of Persia had them brought by Mithredath the treasurer, who counted them out to Sheshbazzar the prince of Judah. Ezra 1:1-8 (NIV)

While looking at four different kings who ruled during Daniel’s captivity, we discover a great truth waiting to be uncovered. In the book of Daniel the first three kings—Nebuchadnezzar, Belshazzar, and Darius—were pagan rulers. During their rule, they all had significant encounters with the prophet Daniel. Nebuchadnezzar spent time as a wild animal living in the fields because he thought too highly of himself. Belshazzar saw the frightening miracle of a disembodied handwriting on the wall when he took temple vessels to impress his party guests. Darius was tricked into writing a law that appealed to his vanity, which almost cost the life of Daniel, his favorite president. In short, all these men were unable to humble themselves and succumbed to the sin of pride.

In Ezra, we see the beginning of a very different rule by another ruler: King Cyrus. He is another pagan king, who ruled during Israel’s captivity and Daniel’s lifetime. However, instead of giving into his pride, Cyrus left a different legacy. He was the king noted for allowing and enabling the rebuilding of the temple. The lesson I learned from these stories—the temple could not be rebuilt where pride abounds.

The Bible teaches that our bodies are a temple of the Holy Spirit. God cannot build a temple to glorify Himself in us unless we humble ourselves and repent of our pride. A heart cannot be divided. It will either give glory to God or itself. We have a choice to make. Are we willing to become less and let God become more in our lives? He must increase and we must decrease. Our choices determine our legacy. Choose well.

Gotcha Day for Evalynne Leora Fox

by Beka Fox
(Dixie’s daughter)

 It was on my eighth birthday I first felt the tug to adopt. My Marmee had made my favorite funfetti cake with the most perfect pink frosting and colorful sprinkles on top. I was wearing my rad 101 Dalmatians’ matching short and shirt outfit. My perfect short blonde hair was styled just right.  I was very anxious about my friends getting there to start the party.  Mom was getting the last minute things thrown together. I did what any other American child did when their parents told them to wait—I plopped down in front of the television. I don’t remember what I was trying to watch, but this little beautiful face came on the screen. I’m sure there was something said about orphans. “For just six dollars a month, you can send this child to school.”

I hopped up and went to find Marmee. I asked, “Would it be okay if we went to an orphanage and passed out candy?”

I’m not sure what my mother thought, but I recall the shocked look on her face.

Then on my 18th birthday I surprised her again.  I had to go to the courthouse to renew my license. A cranky lady asked, “Would you like to be an organ donor?”

“Yes, I would!”

As we walked out of the courthouse, Marmee laughed. “Beka, out of all our children I never thought you would be the one to announce you wanted to be an organ donor. You always surprise me with your ideas and the compassionate young woman you are becoming!”

On August 9, 2008, I married Zacharia David Fox. The Lord blessed us with two beautiful children, but I still sensed God calling us to adopt a child. Zach and I took some classes and became licensed foster parents.

Zach holding Eva

Zach holding Eva

One morning the phone rang. It was DHS asking us if we could come and pick up a baby in need of foster care. We were excited to have our first placement. Then I saw her. My mommy heart went silent. She was beautiful. She had the tiniest hands and feet with gorgeous skin tones. Her dark hair and perfect nose melted my heart, along with her tiny stick-‘em-out ears. An unexplainable peace swept over me. I loved her.

This love didn’t need an invitation. It didn’t need a nine month preparation time, baby shower, or the perfect “going home from the hospital” outfit. Love poured into my heart, breaking down any fears I had of her being taken away. Love mingled with His Peace covered us.
This picture of my husband, Zach, holding our dream daughter in his arms is the very first photo I took of Eva.

I start to cry when I see her little hand holding tight to Zach’s shirt. She still does that. It’s like she is letting us know she is clinging to us. She is ours. She belongs. She is loved.

Evalynne Leora Fox legally became ours on August 26th, 2013. Although she wasn’t knitted and formed in my womb, she was knitted and formed in my heart.

Adoption is redemption. It’s costly, exhausting, expensive, and outrageous. Buying back lives costs so much. When God set out to redeem us, it killed Him.

Dixie's Grandchildren: Tristan Fox holding Avrielle Phillips, Livia Fox, Lincoln Nolt, Easton Nolt, and Eva Fox

Dixie’s Grandchildren: Tristan Fox holding Avrielle Phillips, Livia Fox, Lincoln Nolt, Easton Nolt, and Eva Fox



Evalynne Leora Fox

Eva and Avrie

Eva and Avrie

Rebekah “Beka” MaeLyn is our third child. I will never forget the day she announced, “Mommy, God told me when I grow up He wants me to adopt a child when I grow up.”

Beka was so young when she made that statement, but I tucked it away in my heart, pondering if she had really heard from the Lord and adoption was part of her divine destiny.

Throughout her teenage years, Beka never wavered. “When I get married, I will adopt.”

On August 9, 2008, Beka married Zach Fox, a wonderful Christian young man. A year later their home was blessed with their firstborn son, Tristan. Two years later Livia joined the family. In the busyness of life Beka and Zach decided to become licensed foster parents. After they finished their classes, they received a phone call for their first placement—a baby girl. The first time Beka held her she insisted, “She will be ours one day.”

I remembered her words. “Mommy, God told me when I grow up He wants me to adopt.”

“How do we know if she is even up for adoption?” I asked.

Beka’s faith never wavered. “I just know God sent her to us. She is the baby God promised me.”

Miracles happened before our eyes. In seven short months, the little girl was up for adoption. Papers were signed and filed. After a few more months of waiting, Beka and Zach received the much-anticipated phone call. On August 26, Evalynne “Eva” Leora Fox will become a part of our family permanently.

Welcome to the family, Eva!

Hidden Heroes

Renee Fox Family

Renee Fox Family


My sister-in-law, Sharon, and I write gospel songs together. Last week we received the wonderful news that The Talleys, a progressive southern gospel group, are recording one of our songs—“Hidden Heroes.”  This is a dream come true for Sharon and me. Something we never imagined would happen in the two short years we have been co-writing.  We know it is a door the Lord opened for us and feel humbled and very grateful for His kindness.

People often ask, “Where do you get your ideas for your songs?”

We always reply, “Everyday life.”

We believe there are great songs and books waiting to be written from your everyday circumstances too. “Hidden Heroes” was inspired by one of my new friends—Renee Fox. Renee is a single mother of eight children—six boys and two girls. Her youngest daughter, Molly, is severely handicapped. She is unable to walk and prone to seizures. Renee’s unselfishness is such an inspiration to those of us who watch her faithfully tend to Molly’s needs.  Yes, Renee is one of God’s hidden heroes.

Hidden heroes come in different shapes and sizes. The spouse who is a caregiver to their mate suffering with Alzheimer’s disease is another hidden hero. They take their wedding vows seriously and day after day care for their spouse, even though the mate suffering with Alzheimer’s disease may not remember who they are.

God has many hidden heroes tucked away in every family and community. I would like to honor them today.


Hidden Heroes

A mama sings a lullaby to her child with special needs.

She never mentions sacrifice, but her heavenly Father sees.

Her name may never be in lights on a marquee

But on the streets of Heaven, she’s a celebrity.


Hidden heroes are not hidden from the Father.

Hidden heroes are His special sons and daughters.

He sees them singing in the rain, loving through the pain.

Heaven knows they always bring a smile to His face.

Hidden heroes are never hidden from the Father.


A husband holds the hand of his bride of 50 years.

The doctor’s nod confirms the sickness and his deepest fears.

He renews his wedding vows; in sickness and in health.

Faithfully he cares for her though she thinks he’s someone else.


Blessings in disguise can take us by surprise.

But every angel with a broken wing teaches heroes how to fly.

© 2013 Dixie Phillips and Sharon Phillips

A Tribute to Grandmothers

Avrie and Me

Avrie and Me

Early Sunday morning, August 4, 2013, around 4:30 a.m. our son and his wife had their first baby—Avrielle Mae Phillips. Little Avrie weighed 6 pounds and 13 ounces. She was 19 inches long.

As we studied every inch of our granddaughter’s tiny frame, I couldn’t help but think about my grandmothers and wonder if they were overcome with a deep sense of love and responsibility for my life as I am for Avrie’s. I was the oldest granddaughter on both sides of my family. My paternal grandmother often told me about how little I was when I was born, almost the exact weight of Avrie. Because of some difficult circumstances, I lived extended lengths of time with my paternal grandparents.

As I rocked our newest grandbaby tonight, I prayed I would leave eternal footprints in her soul—just like my grandmothers left in mine. In honor of a grandmother’s love, I want to share a few song lyrics I penned about my grandmothers. I hope the words strum on your heartstrings.

Grandma’s lap was my sanctuary.
A sacred place I’ll always cherish.
My favorite place to be
Was on my Grandma’s knee.
Where she whispered truth to me.

Yes, I met Jesus in Grandma’s rocking chair.
Sheltered in her arms I learned my first prayer.
While she rocked, God’s glory rolled.
And His love shaped my soul.
Yes, I met Jesus in Grandma’s rocking chair.

Grandma’s faith was like a strong tower,
When she prayed, I felt God’s power,
As she sang Amazing Grace,
His presence filled the place.
I saw Him on her face.

Thank You, Jesus, for Grandma’s rocking chair.
© 2-13 Dixie Phillips

Brighten the Corner

The bright lights of the Chautauqua Circuit splashed on Ina’s face. Hiding behind the heavy curtain, she squinted and strained to see the large crowd gathering. She couldn’t believe that in just a few short weeks she would join the ranks of these elite individuals. Her dream to travel with the Chautauqua Circuit had finally come true. She realized only the brightest and most talented were chosen. She whispered a prayer of thanksgiving.

The emcee waved his arm toward Ina. “Ladies and gentleman, I’d like to introduce to you a star on the horizon of the Chautauqua Circuit – Miss Ina Ogdon. She will be joining our team of entertainers next month.”

Thunderous applause filled the tent. Ina waltzed on the stage, curtsied, and then recited a rousing patriotic monologue. After she finished, she scurried to off the stage and was shocked to see Parson Simon waiting for her. “Miss Ina, there’s a telegram for you.”

Ina quickly ripped open the envelope and read its contents. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

“Is something wrong, Miss Ina?” the parson asked.

Ina nodded. “It’s my father. He’s been in a serious accident.”

Parson Simon peered over his wire-rimmed spectacles. “Do you need help making arrangements to go home?”

Stuffing the letter back in the envelope, Ina said, “No, I’ll pack tonight and head out first thing in the morning.”

“I’ll sure be praying for you, Miss Ina.”

“Thank you, Parson. We’ll need a miracle to get through this.”


Ina opened the door of her childhood home. She dropped her luggage on the floor, bolted to her father’s bedside, and caressed his feverish forehead with a cool cloth. “Papa, I’m here.”

Her father slowly opened his heavy eyelids. “Ina, what about your dreams on the Circuit?”

Tears trickled down Ina’s cheeks. “Papa, you are far more important to me than some silly dreams. Besides, Papa, Christmas is coming. I’ll do some decorating and baking. That should help you get well.”

Ina planted a kiss on her father’s cheek and watched as he drifted off to sleep.


The lights in the window flickered. Ina plunked the keys on the old upright piano and reflected back on her childhood memories. Her father had scrimped and saved so she could be mentored by mighty orators. Even after her mother died, he insisted she continue learning and developing her gift. All father’s investment and my hard work were finally paying off. If I traveled with the Circuit, I could minister to thousands, but if I stay home, I will minister to only one.

As Ina stared at the Christmas lights, the Holy Spirit shone a light in Ina’s heart. I know what God is asking me to do. Just like the Christmas lights lighting up this dark room. God wants me to brighten the corner of my father’s world.

Ina scrawled these lyrics on a piece of paper and sat down at the piano to wrote a melody.

Brighten the Corner Where You Are

Do not wait until some deed of greatness you may do,
Do not wait to shed your light afar,
To the many duties ever near you now be true,
Brighten the corner where you are.

Brighten the corner where you are!
Brighten the corner where you are!
Someone far from harbor you may guide across the bar;
Brighten the corner where you are!

Just above are clouded skies that you may help to clear,
Let not narrow self your way debar;
Though into one heart alone may fall your song of cheer,
Brighten the corner where you are.

Here for all your talent you may surely find a need,
Here reflect the Bright and Morning Star;
Even from your humble hand the Bread of Life may feed,
Brighten the corner where you are.

Like the little lad who gave his lunch to Jesus, Ina gave her dreams to the Lord. She never ministered on the Chautauqua Circuit again but ministered to her father until his death. At first, she was disappointed that she could not perform before thousands, but soon she discovered God took her small dream and fed the multitudes. More than twenty-million copies of Ina Ogdon’s song “Brighten the Corner” have been printed.

Vibrant Faith

Karen Ann Scopetski Fleming

Karen Ann Scopetski Fleming

My friend Karen Ann Scopetski Fleming woke up last week and was struggling to breathe. Her husband Mark asked her if she was all right. She replied, “Pray, Mark! Pray!” In a few seconds she slipped into a coma and went Home to be with Jesus.

Karen was only 48. She was a gifted musician. After graduating from high school, she received a music scholarship for playing the viola and studied music at Hartt School of Music in West Hartford, Connecticut.

My husband, Paul, and I first met Mark and Karen in the fall of ‘89. They had only been married a few years and were moving from Texas to Minnesota to be closer to Mark’s aging mother. They hadn’t started their family yet. Most of us in Floyd, Iowa, were lugging around babies and diaper bags, but not the Flemings. They carried around trombones, violins, flutes, guitars, viola, and other musical instruments we don’t know the names of. We had never seen anything like it before. You’ve heard of the country mice going to the city. Well, this was just the opposite.  We felt as though the city mice had invaded our rural country life. We experienced a little East Coast “culture” that changed our lives forever.

We shared a meal together and enjoyed a time of sweet fellowship. Then Mark and Karen put on a concert in our living room. It was heavenly. As they played several timeless old hymns, something larger than any of us entered the room. We all recognized it as the presence of God. We knew our friendship was a gift from Jesus and He was placing our families together.

A few months later Mark and Karen moved to where we live in Floyd, Iowa. They became a part of our praise team at the Gospel Lighthouse. For more than two decades they have faithfully ushered us into the presence of God week after week. All of us at the Gospel Lighthouse will certainly miss Karen and her golden violin.

Although Karen’s violin is now silent here on earth, her faith is not. It cheers us on from heaven’s grandstands just as it did when she was physically here with us.

For the women of our fellowship who attended the ladies’ prayer meetings Karen held in her home every Friday morning, we will never forget Karen’s faith and prayers. She mentioned by name every person who was facing a crisis. She prayed in faith, believing God for every need no matter how bleak the circumstances. We weren’t surprised when her last words were asking Mark to pray. She died exactly how she lived.

Not only was she a woman of faith and prayer, but she was a woman of hope. She was never without hope and offered an encouraging word to those who felt hopeless, making broken hearts beat again.

Karen was also woman of grace. She did not have one judgmental or self-righteous bone in her. She was not a Bible-thumper but genuinely loved all people from all walks of life. She radiated the love of Jesus.

When Karen gave her heart to Jesus, He transformed her and made her the best version of Karen Ann Scopetski Fleming she could be. And all our lives are richer because of knowing and loving her.

To Mark and Karen’s children, Bethany, Cilla, Liz, and Daniel, I would like to say, “You met Jesus on your mother’s knee. Her mother’s faith lives on inside you. The last few days have been the most difficult and painful experiences of your young lives, but we have seen her faith well up inside you and carry you through these difficult days. All four of you have mirrored the iron God placed in her soul. Listen with your heart and you will hear her voice, offering hope for tomorrow. She is with Jesus and He is with you. The same arms cradling her are holding you. Her faith and prayers will follow you throughout the rest of your lives.

Yes, her golden violin may be silent on this side of heaven, but her faith is not. It continues to shout hope to you from heaven’s portals.

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned.
Neither shall the flame scorch you.
For I am your God and I will help you in your time of trouble.

The Rose Among the Thorns

Written especially for those who feel they have been “born” wrong. I hope this little story inspires you to believe you can always find beauty among the thorns.

The Rose Among the Thorns

 Lavi gazed into Jerusalem’s starry sky. The moonlight glistened and pierced through the cracks in the slats of the shack where Lavi lived with his father.

An angry voice shot through the night. “Lavi, where’s my supper?”

“Coming, Papa.” Lavi felt his heart thumping hard beneath his shirt as fear sliced through him. “Papa, we had no food for me to cook.”

“Well, you should have gone out and stole some.” The intoxicated father lunged toward his son and slapped him sharply across the face. “I wish you’d never been born!”

Lavi covered his swollen eye with his hand. “Papa, you don’t mean it!”

“I mean every word! You have been nothing but trouble to me since the day you were born.” Lavi’s father stumbled and collapsed on a heap of blankets on the floor. Before he passed out, he growled, “You are always in the wrong place at the wrong time!”

Hot tears slipped down Lavi’s cheeks. He clenched his tattered coat and huddled in a dark corner.

Early the next morning Mary admired the flowers in her father’s garden. She smiled and waved at Lavi. As he came closer, she gasped, “Lavi, how did you get a black eye?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Lavi rubbed his bruised eye. “I just fell and bumped it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It looks like it really hurts.” Mary tugged on Lavi’s sleeve. “Come and see Papa’s roses. They will make you feel better. Papa always says, ‘Life is like roses, full of beauty and full of thorns.'”

“My life is nothing but thorns!” Lavi let out a huge sigh.

“Lavi, I know who can help you. Jesus of Nazareth!” Mary’s eyes snapped with excitement. She continued, “Papa says He has helped so many.”

“No one can help me, Mary. I have never seen this Jesus, and if I did, He would never want anything to do with the likes of someone like me.” Hunger pangs gnawed at Lavi’s sunken stomach. “Mary, I’m going to town. Maybe I can pick up some scraps for tonight’s supper.”


The marketplace was buzzing with activity. Lavi eyed a table full of freshly baked bread. They won’t miss just one loaf. When the merchant wasn’t looking, Lavi inched his way toward the table and quickly stuffed a loaf in his pocket.

A scream pierced through the crowd. “Thief! Thief!”

Lavi bolted through the streets. A giant of a man tackled him. “Where do you think are you going?”

“Nnnnnowhere, I guess!” Lavi bit his trembling lip.

The man shot back, “Oh, you are going somewhere—straight to the dungeon.”

An elderly woman’s shrill voice echoed, “That’s the same fellow who stole my lamb.”

An officer bellowed, “There’s only one thing to do with thieves. They must be crucified.”

The crowd chanted in unison. “Crucify him! Crucify him! Crucify him!”

Lavi slumped to the ground.


Eeeekkkkk. Eeeekkkk. A mouse squeaked in the corner of the damp dungeon.

Lavi clutched the iron bars. Painful memories taunted him. “Oh, God of Abraham, everything in my life is so wrong. I was born to a man who doesn’t want me. I’ve lived as a thief, and now I guess I will finish wrong, too. If You are there, please help me.”

Lavi’s prayer was interrupted by the sound familiar footsteps. “Mary, how did you know I was here?”

“Papa saw them arrest you. I’ve brought you something.” Mary handed Lavi a hand-woven basket filled with beautiful roses and two loaves of bread. “Lavi, did you hear Jesus was arrested? They are crucifying him tomorrow.”

Lavi shook his head. “What did He do?”

“Papa says Jesus is being falsely accused.” Mary leaned forward. “Lavi, maybe He can help you.”

Lavi waved his hand in the air. “Mary, how can He help me when He can’t even help Himself?”

“I know He can help you, Lavi. Papa says He not only heals broken bodies, but He heals broken hearts, too.” Mary slipped a single rose from the basket and placed it in Lavi’s hand. “Jesus can give you beauty among thorns.”

A guard rattled the prison bars. “Your time is up, Miss!”

“Lavi, you must promise me if you see Jesus you will speak to Him.”

Lavi nodded. “I will, Mary. I promise.”


Lavi moaned and writhed in pain as he hung on the cross. He heard the Man beside him cry out, “I thirst.”

Lavi lifted his eyes and saw Jesus of Nazareth gazing back at him. Waves of love swept over the young man. His heart burned within his chest. When Lavi saw the crown of thorns on Jesus’ head, he whimpered, “Beauty among thorns!”

Jesus cried out to Lavi, “Today you will be with me in Paradise.”

“I will not end wrong” Lavi looked toward heaven and triumphantly exclaimed, “Finally, I am in the right place at the right time!”

Glorious Freedom

Today I learned one of my friends has terminal cancer. The doctors gave her only one year to live. Of course, for those of us who believe in miracles, we are praying God grants her a physical healing and carries her through this health crisis with great peace.

Before I heard of her diagnosis, I was buzzing through my day, trying to get ready for the holiday festivities. I was on a tight time schedule with very little wiggle room.  Family and friends were soon to arrive to celebrate the 4th of July. Everything that could go wrong, seemed to. I struggled to keep a good attitude. Then in the midst of my “enormous” difficulties, I received the news of my friend’s condition.

Something broke inside of me. When will I learn? Suddenly, all of the “important” duties looming before me seemed so petty and small. I whispered a prayer. “Forgive me, Lord. Please come to my friend and wrap Your loving arms around her.”

Can you relate to my dilemma? I can get so tangled up in my own little world, I lose sight of the needs around me. I pray as we celebrate Independence Day, I can be set free from slipping back into my “small mindedness.”

My mother is a living example of kindness. She is a retired nurse and even though she has celebrated her 81st birthday, she still loves to minister to the sick. Many times I’ve heard her say, “Be kind to everyone because you never know what storm they are facing.”

This 4th of July, let’s be free from complaining and sensitive to the needs around us. Now that is glorious freedom!

Hold On a Little Longer

Five years ago my husband, Paul, faced a health crisis. The Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, diagnosed him with end stage renal failure. His kidneys were only functioning at 9 percent. He suffered from crippling fatigue and needed dialysis or a kidney transplant to survive.

In the middle of this trial, Paul opened his Bible to this Scripture—

I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the Lord has done. Psalm 118:17  (NIV)

The Holy Spirit ministered to my husband’s broken spirit. Paul stood upon this comforting verse and the Lord was faithful to His promise. Paul had a kidney transplant on June 12, 2008, and continually proclaims what God has done.

In my last blog I shared my fears and concerns about his upcoming five-year post-kidney-transplant physical and kidney biopsy. In the heat of life’s flame, Satan can play tricks with our minds. He loves to taunt and torment God’s servants. With the “what ifs” looming and as we waited for the biopsy results, I read this verse—

…if we are faithless, he remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself. 2 Timothy 2:13 (NIV)

The same God who was with our family through the 2008 kidney transplant was with us through his five-year post-kidney-transplant physical. We are thrilled to report there is no rejection and Paul’s blood work was stable. At times like these, words are inadequate, but we thank the Lord for His faithfulness.

I don’t know what you are facing, but I do know God loves you and cares very much about each and every storm you are facing. He is faithful. Don’t lose heart. Just hold on a little longer.


Hold On a Little Longer

When life treats you bad,
Your heart is so sad.
Doubts come rushing in
And your faith is wearing thin—
That’s when you must hold on a little longer.

Just hold on a little longer
And watch your faith grow stronger.
The sun will rise again.
Your miracle has been sent.
Just hold on a little longer.

© 2013 Phillips and Phillips Music