Everytime We Backslide

I walk a lonely path, Running from his wrath. But I'm not really running, He has already found me it is clear, I pray for my sins to disappear. for his love to be near, When I don't hear his voice I start to weep, Then I feel his warming touch, To my Faith I do clutch. His forgiveness I crave, I'm no longer feeling so brave. Up mountains, I've clawed.... Resting on my shoulders....The Love Of God.