Words and music by Bob Hartman 

Based on Romans 12:2



Western world where the strong survive 

And the meek will inherit the dregs 

Living now in the twilight time 

Will the world hear the answer it begs 



Secular and sacred blur 

Without even raising a flag 

When so many masters call 

Is it the tail or the dog that will wag? 

With some among us weak at the knees 

And many others who do as they please 

There still remains a witness 

The few who will stand and say 



(Chorus) 

I've got strong convictions 'bout the way that I live 

I've got no concessions that I'm willing ot give 

Strong convictions that are worth living by 

Strong convictions 'till the day I die 



It's so hard seeing black and white 

When so much appears to be gray 

WIth no faith in the absolute 

It's no wonder the standard will stray 

With bold convictions leading the way 

With those who have them willing to say 

There is a new horizon 

I can say as for me and mine 



Pressure makes the perfect diamond 

Measure of the saints refining 

Don't ever want to stray 

I really want to stay 

Steadfast and immovable in Him