In Your Hands

In the palm of your hand,
I will find my peace,
because even while the world keeps
spinning,
In the palm of your hand
all my strivings are meant to cease.

And these choices I make
They cause my knees to break
So I'll fall to my knees
calling "Father... please..."

And I will try
to make it day by day
and fail every time
But one thing I know
Because you love me so,
that when the storm comes
I can carry on.

But Father, please,
when you look at me,
won't you tell me who you see
because all I seem to perceive
is the broken me
down on my knees
always in defeat.

Day after day,
I want to see
the me that you love,
the me that you see.