By scarcely more than just a single thread
An inch above Destruction’s fatal fangs,
My fearful heart is weighted down with dread;
And though You’ve promised never to forsake,
And ‘neath Your wings I know I am secure,
So often still, my faith is wont to break --
So often still, I’ve doubted what is sure.
O Lord, remember I am naught but dust!
Through ev’ry trial, give me grace to stand
Unshaken, for in You I put my trust;
Uphold me with Your great and mighty hand.
Within my soul, command the storm to cease;
And keep my heart, O Lord, in perfect peace.
-- c. noel (2008-ish)
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