I slip and fall. God raises me
To hail Him crownèd Prince of Peace
My heart swells glorious in His presence
as my hand reaches for His face.
To touch Him once in Spirit reigning
Let His fingers twine in mine
Bringing me along the pathway
Bringing me alone to Thine.
My being once was tarnished, blackened
Restored through grace's boundless joy
In His heart my childhood growing
So to hear His voice Divine.
Bring me, Lord, to polished pureness
Only you can do that miracle
Show the world no one is beyond
The supernatural touch of your heart.
Watch me, careful of my tenderness
Be the lover of my soul's trust
Must I always, may I ever
Live up to your love for me.
Speak those words of heavenly treasure
If indeed my deafness hears you
As I listen, panting for your whispers
My spirit stirs a holy passion.
Lift me, raise me, o'er this plane of sorrow
To serve in throne's reflected glow
Let me see your face, forbidden
to my brethren long ago.
You hold nothing from me
I have seen and felt and known
All your lovely gilded glory
Gone from this earth, frozen, loveless.
Let me touch your robe, Lord
Hemmed with hopes and hearts unloved
Loving You is all that matters
Can you hear the wailing others?
Keep me pure for bridal hours
Untouched by sin's persistent hounding
Resisting even slightest selfness
Make me shy, a blushing bride.
Whisper in the ears of deafness
Eyes of blindness need not see
Except to know your highest kindness
They will ever meet their angels.
Writing as they always do
for falling spirits caught in plunging
off the cliff into the abyss.
Oh, to soar as once and ever
To the universe around me
Where we met the moment I believed.
You rescued me….and graced my destiny.
Wafting up to Your ears,
Grace, oh grace, forever grateful
For this undeservèd honor
taken still in awed confusion
Knowing my gifts are few.
But You chose me -- now I see into eternity's long end,
Ever knowing I can do
what never having ever done.