Where Could I Go, That You Are Not Found

 Father, I pray,

for mercy and grace..

For my days are filled, without silver and lace.

Without your help, I might fall by the way..

I need your hand, to lift me as I pray.

Father, to others, I am less than the dust..

And I try my best, to shine above the rust.

I slip and I slide, through cracks on my path...

But I speak your word, for I am the painter's art.

Oh Lord, my God.. sometimes I am afraid..

For kindness escapes me, on the ground where I'm laid.

I struggle to press on, while the world is at play..

So pour me hope, without any delay.

It is easy to say, to others I meet..

Hold on to Jesus and sit at his feet.

Applying those words, to my own circumstance..

Pushes my unction, to get up and dance.

Father, my Father... I feel broken and alone..

So often I am weary and chilled to the bone.

My wants are so much, but my needs are all met..

So delight in your servant and let my heart not fret.

Where could I go, that you are not found...

For like my shadow, you are always around.

Though sorrow be my portion, here on the earth..

I know that in heaven, there is a new birth.