i've been grasping
groping over ground
an endless gray
silver sparkles
catch my eye
then quickly blow away
the lining in the cloud
is getting harder now to see
yet easier it seems
in this near darkness
to believe
believe in goodness made through rain
believe in floods that break and cleanse
believe in thunderstorms of pain
that bring out fresh ground in the end
oh jesus my sweet breath of life
the one who has my soul
i'm holding on to your two hands
and giving full control
this air I grasp brings nothing back
this chill is not so warm
but i will not forget your word
your grace that mends the torn
for when I feel weakest at best
it's then I hear you say:
my power is made perfect now
the broken know the way
