I’m hanging on to You, Lord, hanging on to You
Clinging for my very life, that’s what I seem to do
Knowing I’ve no virtues, but knowing that I’m Yours
Grasping Your encouragement; fed by every clause.
You tell me, “I am with you.” You whisper, “You are mine”.
You say,” I’ll never leave you.” You are with me all the time
Nothing less I claim, Lord, I need all of You
Cast your shadow over me; all Your power endue.
Absolute obedience, surrender day by day
No other way will show my love, You’ll lead me all the way
Anxiety is such a sin, when You, my precious Lord
Are holding me, without, within, and You will close the doors
If step out on another path than You have planned for me
Then, gently You will guide me back to where You’d have me be
And so it is my need and joy to rest within Your heart
For I’m clinging for my very life, my trust a growing art.
Wyn Barratt Dec 2012.