My soul is not elastic
When hardship storms my world
And I feel my heart break
In your hands I curl.
For I am enough Lord
By Your holy grace
To take on this world Lord
With courage in my face.
For you are my balustrade Lord
The light to my stumbling feet
There is no end to what you have stored
When with challenges we meet.
Fishes will multiply Lord
And great walls will crumble
When into Your hands I pour
My entire life - I will not stumble.
Written by Barbara Rose
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