Father of light would you grant me your presence Lord of my life let me into your court
The beaten path has a way of beating me down It’s got rocks for fists and they are going to town I learn truth from pain and from all of the mistakes I make But experience means nothing if I can’t see your face
Solid rock on which I stand Take your children into your loving hands
I have no clue what I’m doing I just know what you are like On every occasion that I misstep You’re always there to make it right again
I’m not much for words, so I’ll spit it out Make me into the me you keep talking about
