At the Brink

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My world has been topsy turvy

For far too long, I think,

If I were who I used to be

I might be at the brink.

 

But You have grounded me in faith,

I’m rooted in Your love.

However deep the next crevasse,

My eyes are fixed above.

 

My hope cannot be found on earth,

That strength is far too frail.

My eyes, my hope, are fixed on Him,

Whose love will never fail!

 

Psalm 121:1-3

I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come?

My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.