When I stumble in the night and darkness
overshadows my will to get up again.
When, in trying to right myself, I push away
Your helping hand and try to stand--
For those times I continue to fight the fog,
Too blind to see your light descending from
For loving too well that which is hardest to let go,
Those things which wrench the nails from Your
blood-scarred hands and drive them back again.
Am I the one who put them there?
Forgive me, LORD.
I do not always know what I do.
On this road I'm travelling on,
my sole guide is You.
May 1, 2012