All the burdens of this world--
Every heavy care--
I lay down at heaven's throne
And find sweet comfort, there.
For your glory, Lord, let me be broken--
Thus the dross to purge away.
Help me to not falter
Lead me through this day.
Without grace, I would be hopeless
Just a silly, empty thing
But in your presence, there is mercy
In gratitude, I sing.
Cleanse this vessel-- make it useful;
In thy bottle catch these tears;
Forgive me for my bitterness--
All faithlessness, and fear.
Surely, your provision
Is enough to cover these;
Help me ever walk with you
From condemnation, freed.
The rains and water gather,
But I shall not resist this storm,
For every stain be thus swept away--
And every delusion, formed.
Father, guide your people
And fortify our faith
To bless us as we bow, each day
Unto your amazing truth, and grace.
--Abby Elizabeth Charland
And find sweet comfort, there.
For your glory, Lord, let me be broken--
Thus the dross to purge away.
Help me to not falter
Lead me through this day.
Without grace, I would be hopeless
Just a silly, empty thing
But in your presence, there is mercy
In gratitude, I sing.
Cleanse this vessel-- make it useful;
In thy bottle catch these tears;
Forgive me for my bitterness--
All faithlessness, and fear.
Surely, your provision
Is enough to cover these;
Help me ever walk with you
From condemnation, freed.
The rains and water gather,
But I shall not resist this storm,
For every stain be thus swept away--
And every delusion, formed.
Father, guide your people
And fortify our faith
To bless us as we bow, each day
Unto your amazing truth, and grace.
--Abby Elizabeth Charland