O Lord

You are the strong line that holds my ship.
O Lord, You are my unwavering stepping stone.
You are the rock upon which my feet are planted.
When I am afraid you are there,
You are the my light in the darkness.

In my fullest sin you give grace upon grace.
Your beckoning is sweeter than any honey I have known,
You are the fragrance of the lilies and roses of the field.
Before my heart had beat, you forgave me.
Your sons blood became the bridge of my salvation.

Salvation.
What a sweet word.
How wonderful a definition for us, the meek, to cling upon.

In the greatness of my sin I find my fingers reaching for yours.
I grasp ever so tightly to your truth.
You are the way. You are my path.