My wings are drooping, they drag the ground.
I’ve fallen, once again.
I’ve traded the wind for a sack full of dirt,
Purity for vile sin
Pick me up, Father; please, hold me close.
Brush the tears from my face,
You amaze me by washing me, making me new,
You help me to fly again.
Dear Father, I’ve failed,
I’ve disgraced your holy name,
My sins are too numerous to count.
But the Grace that you give conquers my faults.
You heal me, and embrace my cleansed soul
Thank you, Lord, for my silver lined wings,
Their glory is a reflection of yours.
I know that again, one day they’ll drag,
But you’re always willing to make me pure.
So pick me up, Father; please, hold me close,
Brush the tears from my face.
You amaze me by washing me, making, me new,
You help me to fly again.