Good news

It's so simple, so grounding, anchoring my often unsteady feet to the only solid mass I know.  This remembrance that God is much stronger than me - that my weakness is actually a gateway to experiencing his steadfast, immeasurable strength - is good news, very good.  Today I feel like sharing someone else's words, in the form of a song, because I can tire quickly of my own words.  And it's therapeutically affirming to the soul to hear another soul sing of a similar journey.  Ladies and Gentlemen, I present Lindsay McCaul, with "Hold on to me": 


I am like a field blowing in the wind
Trying to stand tall, but I can't help but bend
All I'm standing on is all my good intent
As I get swept away time and time again
I know I need You now
To do what I can't somehow

So hold on to me
'Cause I'm not good at holding on, I'm weak
I guess that's how this is supposed to be
When I am barely holding on
You hold on to me

I'm a promise told with all the heart to keep
But as it all unfolds, I am found asleep
So sound the alarm of mercies untold
Wrap me in Your arms and never let me go

'Cause I know I need You now
To do what I can't somehow

So hold on to me
'Cause I'm not good at holding on, I'm weak
I guess that's how this is supposed to be
When I am barely holding on
You hold on

You're the ground that doesn't shake
You're the branch that doesn't break
You're the light that never fades
And You're holding on
There's never been a time
You've ever left my side
Your love never dies
And You're holding on

So hold on to me
'Cause I'm not good at holding on, I'm weak
I guess that's how this is supposed to be
When I am barely holding on
You hold on

Holding on
You hold on to me