I�m running on my own two feet,
Though they are broken and bleeding.
I�m climbing with my own two hands,
Though they have lost all feeling.
When I stumble, when I fall
I have to catch myself, my all.
Little do I realize,
It is my Lord standing there�
Beneath me, Around me, Beside me�
to catch me when I fall and say�
�My child, I love you, I�ll carry you�
Just rest in my arms,
Secure in my love.
Trust me to carry you home.�
8/3/02