what if I stumble?
what if I fall?
what if the cracks show
from the pressure inside?
will you hear my cry
will you save me day by day
will you inspire me every moment
will you strengthen me every waking hour?
for it seems my dark is eating away
at the seams of my knitted being
that any moment i may fall from grace
if this foot but slips on this tight rope regime
lord let your grace be ever enough
let your presence ever abide
let my heart ever be attentive
ever trusting in your time and favour
courage now come like a lion's hide
war, it brews in the far horizon ahead
fighting for my heart space, robbing of grace
gird me now, father, come what may
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