Fragile

Like a mountain-- solid, sturdy,
Like the crashing sea of foam,
I am standing tall and upright-
Standing strong all on my own.

But I’m so weak beneath my facade
Where the wand’ring eyes can’t see.
Like a newborn robin frail,
Look!- it’s little, fragile me.

Like the weatherbeaten willow.
Leathern bark of battle scars.
I’ll face forwards through the onslaught,
Through the front line of the war.

But I’m so weak beneath my facade
Where the wand’ring eyes can’t see.
Like the trust of a precious child,
Look!- it’s little, fragile me.

I don’t know why I’m not stronger;
Why I hide inside my mind.
Why tears can’t wait any longer.
Where’s this strength I seek to find?

You know I’m weak beneath it all
Where wand’ring eyes can’t see.
But You are my strength, and with Your love,
I’ll become a stronger me.

Give me faith to move the mountains.
Give me soaring eagle wings.
Give me strength to face tomorrow.
Lord, You are my Everything.