Standing

 

This wick still smolders

though the wind still howls

I’m bruised not broken

though blown about

And while the storm still rages

the ground beneath stays firm

Still I’m standing

 

 

Where else have I to go?

Your words bring life, I know

For on Christ the solid rock

is where I stand

 

 

When the winds grow quieter

And silent weeping ceases

Light slowly waxes

with hope and peace

I look up and see

You holding on to me

For still I’m standing

 

 

Grace like manna, enough for each day

Lord hold me close, I pray

I’ll walk again, I know, someday

But for now it’s enough just to stand