Overcome

Many mistakes I've made; still I am solace. This old soul is not worthy; Your Mercy is most forgiven. Battles, I fight; forgetting that YOU have won them all. In all ways; YOU take my hand; I feel Your never ending Puissance; fear is not known. Knowing that YOU will forever guide me; worries are few. Praying that I will never question YOU, for I am weak. Your Strength, a gentle breeze that blows steadfast into me; never weaving; always acclaim, my Protector. I keep Your Words on my lips, out of my mouth. I stumble, yet never falling out of Your Sight. Your Eyes are on me, knowing my steps; Your Mercy once again has overcome; still I am solace.