You Are My Refuge.

Jesus, sweet Jesus. You are my Refuge.
The One I run to when I hit the floor. You said blessed are the meek. Well that's me tonight, Jesus. You're the Spirit of Truth, so speak to me loud enough so that I don't miss you. Yours is the hand of strength, so lift me up so I don't fall again. Convince me You're all I need. All I need. All I could ever want. Convince me again that You are my yellow bird, that from birth You alone could satisfy my soul. If blessed are the righteous, then I'm counted out. But because of Your grace, I'm committed to You taking my place. Not much to boast about, I know. But sometimes even that is hard for me. Your heart that bled for the sins of man, found salvation for me to stand on. So I'll stand with You. No, on You. I've hit the floor tonight, at least I'd like to think so. Bring me back. Lift me into Yourself.
Jesus, sweet Jesus. You are my Refuge.