Who is there
when I’m feeling weak?
when I’m down on my knees?
when I’m barely speaking “please”?
when I feel all alone?
when I’m lost in my own home?
when all I can do is moan?
Who is there for me
even though I don’t return the favour?
even though I break my promises?
even though I doubt your faithfulness?
You are there,
Jesus,
You are there.