Stand

With every mistake I've made
from every time I've tried
through every little screw up
and every time I've cried

You sat with love, beside me
and held my shaking hand
you grasped my trembling fingers
and showed me how to stand

I've tried and tried again
to finally bring you back
but now i understand
there's nothing that i lack

I've cried upon your shoulder
as the problems disappear
and true and mighty grace
is something i must fear

but don't be disappointed
for fear is something great
and the fear within my heart
is of love, not hate

You grace us with your presence
though, you, we cannot see
i know that you're among us
for I feel it inside me

You sit with love, beside me
and hold my shaking hand
as you grasp my trembling fingers
and now I've learned to stand