The Presence

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.