As I think upon the things of God
And ponder on His Word,
Sometimes my head starts spinning
From all the things I've heard:
I think of all His teachings
And things He'd have me do,
And I seem so weak and helpless
And my good points seem so few!
Then I think of times I've failed Him
And let Him down; and then,
It seems my savior lifts me up
And leads me on again!

He's so patient with my failures
When I fail to stand the test,
And He blesses beyond measure
When I give to Him my best!
And though at best I'm so unworthy,
And don't always understand
Still He gently leads me onward
With His precious, nail-scarred hand:
Then someday when this race on earth
At last has all been run,
He'll take me home in spite of failures
And reward for what I've done!