How many times have I tried to run on my own?
How many chances have I carried then blown?
By thinking on my strength alone I could change the world
Pride lifted me high, then threw me to the ground
I know that I am only a child of God,
Nothing less, nothing more
In you O Lord, I place all of me,
Nothing less, nothing more
Images of inadequacy run rampant though my head
I yearn to fight them, but the world tells me instead.
“You’re not worth anyone’s time.”
No matter how hard I run, I can’t see the finish line
In you I am whole
In you I am strong
In you I will run
And never grow weary
