There is one I hold to,
One whose love is strong;
Strong enough to hold me
When he’s been deeply wronged.
For when I find I’m empty,
He fills me up with love,
And strength enough to carry on—
Much more than just enough.
He keeps me from despairing
For he’s never too busy for me;
His every waking hour,
He’s attentive as can be.
I know no other as righteous:
He’ll never do me wrong.
I wish I was more like him, but
The process will be long.
When no one makes me special,
When I’m selfish and want my way,
He’s patient, quiet, humbling:
He takes my breath away.
He’s not just something to hang on to
Because ‘nothing could heal this pain’:
He is the only solution,
The sun above the rain.
My faith isn’t blind, here—
It’s more than justified;
My Savior keeps me going.
To Him I owe my life.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
There is one I hold to,
One whose love is strong;
Strong enough to hold me
When he’s been deeply wronged.
For when I find I’m empty,
He fills me up with love,
And strength enough to carry on—
Much more than just enough.
He keeps me from despairing
For he’s never too busy for me;
His every waking hour,
He’s attentive as can be.
I know no other as righteous:
He’ll never do me wrong.
I wish I was more like him, but
The process will be long.
When no one makes me special,
When I’m selfish and want my way,
He’s patient, quiet, humbling:
He takes my breath away.
He’s not just something to hang on to
Because ‘nothing could heal this pain’:
He is the only solution,
The sun above the rain.
My faith isn’t blind, here—
It’s more than justified;
My Savior keeps me going.
To Him I owe my life.
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