072022

The more I am afraid, the more that I tremble;
But the more I will look up to You.
So teach me to truly number my days,
That I count them not by the works of my hands
But by the breath of Your Spirit in me.

In my weakness, pour Your grace.
While Your love, let it be blanket to my soul.
Oh how much I fear and tremble before You
All my weapons and crowns
I lay down before You.

I surrender my whole self
And when I boast,
Let me boast of Your goodness
Let no lies come out of my mouth
But let me sing how great You are.