Every day brings struggles

Moments our souls must decide

To rise above or drop below

Moments to stand or hide.

To love or hate, to do or not do

to be me or just pretend,

I pray that I may have the strength

to not falter in the end.

all the same in one sense
all are saints in progress

clad in heavy weight of sinners garb
too busy to stop and see their scars

some may hide and turn away
but we are running the same race

different ways
different pace
 
and yet He loves brokenhearted
run down, weary and afraid

and yet He raises all the lowly
cold, homeless, and unworthy

makes us shine through our tears
breathes His beauty into our fears

pulls us up so we can stand

I'm outside looking in;
I'm a stranger in my own world, pushed away.
But what is there to do? All there is to do is be the one outside looking in...

Light only Light!
Please only the grace
To walk in the dark

Dark covered in Darkness
It is all dark
I am not sure of the way
Show me!

Fog!
It is all a mist
Give me the torch
To light the fog

Wind!
Give me the strength
To ignore its power
Pushing against your will

Grief!
Grant me the joy
To follow your way
And trust in you