Out of weakness made strong,
Don’t let any fingers slip, my faith wilt or drift.
I’ve been thirsty, unsatisfied, looking for purpose,
Stomp my foolish laughter, quiet my loud talk,
Promote humbleness yea respect before you God.
I need to be in your wonderful presence, without you Jesus, I’d be so lost.
They say, boy, don’t you feel lost now?! I know he’s leading me exactly where he wants me to go.
Through the deepest pain, fog thicker than molasses, uncertainty with razor teeth, he’s more than dependable oh my God.
Don’t let any fingers slip, my faith wilt in death or dangerously drift.
Don’t let any fingers slip, my mustard seed faith wilt, fade; drift.
Please don’t leave me to myself.