When my hope is gone, how can I carry on? If my faith is strong, will you be the truth I’m hanging on? Will you be my eyes when I cannot see? Will you be my voice when I cannot speak? Will you be my hands where I cannot reach? Father, take what’s left of me. If I fall away, will you come rescue me? In my broken state, will you be a light to guide my way? Will you take me back to that place again? Where I know my savior as my friend - where you show me grace that has no end - where I come alive within your plan.
