When my faith is weak
When my heart does not believe
When doubts and fears deceive
Still my tongue must speak
I must voice the prayer
That belies my lack of faith
That fights my lack of grace
And lays my soul bare
When my voice is weak
When it cannot form a sound
And when my tongue is bound
Still my heart must seek
I must seek the One
Whose love has no condition
Whose mercy is His mission
Who calls me His son
Though I change much more
Than the wind or tossing sea
The God who’s saving me
Is unchanging and secure
And it is He who holds
My faith and prayers together
With His grace as the tether
While life’s path unfolds
Good stuff
Thanks, sis.