the air is too thin |

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