The conversation's right
For once it's not a fight
I've been waiting
But I'm hesitating now
I have so much to say
But I'm too afraid
Today I missed my chance
But please don't turn and go...
Dear Lord refine this rust
In you I trust
To make my words just as gold
To be the one that's strong
Am I the weakest link
In a chain of strength that proclaims the good news?
Will I withstand?
I want to be the link
That can hold the weight of opposition
Have I missed my chance?
I'm rusted
I want to be strong (I'm so afraid)
