My heart is heavy; I am weak
My trials reach their very peak.
I lay awake; my thoughts abound.
In myself no hope is found.
Through the storm, through the fire,
I know of but one hope, desire.
Into Your presence I run,
Heavy with burdens I come.
At the sight of Your face,
Everything falls into place.
In Your holy presence, my fears melt away.
Grateful and peaceful, to You do I pray.
Sinful I come.
To Your throne room I run.
Wrapped in Your grace,
I can see Your Face.
I am but an infant; in Your arms will I stay,
A daughter, adopted through Your holy way.
The trials continue; the fire may come,
But in You will I trust, for Your will will be done.