From the Ground On Bended Knee

I raise myself up and dust my self off Getting ready to stand once again. I'm ready I say, to stand and build As i kneel to the floor and I pray. Building alters day in and day out, it's what I know to do, It's all in the hope that one day not too long, you Lord will come through. Each day i believe and I hope and I stand and most days it's always the same, there is not enough in the bank he says and I find myself self in position again. As faith grows smaller than a mustard seed, I will hold on with all that I have and I will dust my self off and get ready again because on my knees is where I will stand I hope and I pray as night turns to day hoping this day will be different, wolves claw at the door, and i kneel once more trying to build my alters of hope again. It seems day and nights get harder and harder, but faithful I will be to the end, no matter the trial, heart break or torture, you will find me dust off the dirt ,kneel to the ready, standing on bended knee once again I know you are faithful, Lord they tell me you are and my own eyes have witnessed the truth, so I know what to do because i will fight for the truth, when I've been knocked down by hardship and terror. I know what my mission will be, I will stand up and bend down take my position on the ground, as I hope in you on bended knee.