i need more hope,
i need more help,
i need more sweet relief;
i need more grace,
i need more faith,
oh, help my unbelief.

the strength to stand,
for wisdom's hand
to catch my stumbling fall;
for feeling loved,
to be enough
the crack in heaven's walls.

find me here,
find me near,
won't some hope please find me.
find me strong,find me true,
won't someone please find me.

laid bare before the Lord.
heavy burdens, heavy hearted.
i wait upon my Father who will defend, redeem, restore.
not for my sake, for who am i.
face in the dust, i cry out for mercy and grace,
undeserving [of Him].
unrelenting [for Him].
for the glory and honor of all that He is, He will come.
on chariots of fire and with swords outstretched, He will come.
with the tenderness of a Father’s breath kissing his child’s forehead, He will come.
and i will hide in the refuge of his towering shadow.
i am poured out as a candle melted down, burned out; but He has laid hold of me, and so i rise once more.
his flame is never quenched.
justice shall yet appear with truth in her pocket.

father present and father past,
you know my beginning and also my last;
with a heart yet in hiding, with hands to the sky,
i call you to come, i beg you draw nigh.

sweet brother jesus, weak as i am
i long for your presence, i reach for your hem;
to know beyond hope, for courage to stand,
to not feel alone in this barren land.
with words yet unspoken, ‘neath the blanket of night,
i call you to come, i beg you draw nigh.

spirit indwelling, for comfort, for grace;
mystery woven into our time and space;
speak into the silence and plunge into the depths,
rescue this soul, bring peace and bring rest.
all that you are swallows death, shadows fear;
all that i am longs to know you are near;
with frailty, humility, in darkness and in light,
i trust you are coming and all will be right.