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Here I am, Lord
fallen, but forgiven
how can that possibly be
captured by your mercy
none that I deserve
You picked me up, took me in
when the world said I had no worth
even though I gave my all
it never was enough
soon there were no pieces left
for me to help myself
everywhere I look it seemed
there was more that needed doing
sweeping me in endless circles
that finally wore me down
in the midst of despair and doom
I believed I’d never rise
but when Your hand reached down to mine
I looked straight into heaven’s eyes
then You called me by my name
though I’d never seen Your face
yet, I knew beyond a doubt
it was the look of grace
Lord, here I am
standing full of faith
thankful for your mercy
and the most amazing grace
no longer torn by worldly needs
nor taunted by its jeers
that small, still voice of Yours
is all I need to hear
Here I am, Lord
in small ways or in large
although I am not perfect
I am surely Yours
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