I ran out of breath, Lord, and You gave me Yours.
I stutter the words, Lord, and You gave me Your Word.
I fell amongst the stones and You picked me up.
You are my strength and my rock.
You showed me the pillar of light,
The power that can hold us,
As we take the light into our cupped hands,
Which makes us strong for You.
We are like the rotting reeds, Lord,
But You send us fire which makes us iron,
And our paper wills are burnt
Because in You we start again.