Stand

As I sit and weep,
thoughts begin to creep
into my mind.

You were always there,
loving and fair.
You never let me down.

Though I wasn't always grand,
you were still holding my hand.
Never letting go.

No, no, no.

What have I done
to deserve this love?
Have I honored you,
more than enough?
No.
Yet here you are
never leaving me.
You lift me up,
you help me move on.


And all I have to do
is love you,
and spread the word.
God is alive, he is great and wonderful!
Will I be able to make this stand?