When I fall you pull me up by the mercy of your hand
You touch me through the movements that are stirring in my heart
Echoing the promise that you whispered from the start
Though I cannot comprehend the ways the Spirit bends
I pray your grace will lead me on a path where trust transcends
I am weary, I am helpless, as I strive to match your will
In this paradox of faith you have called me to be still
As you lead me on this journey, I look not up ahead
But I pray for great surrender to let myself be led
-C. O'Connell-
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