Clutching on tight, holding to your promises with all my might.
As I wander through these dark nights, I see you in my sights.
God, hold my child in your hand. Prop him up, for he cannot stand…
Alone in this cruel world, he thinks he belongs. Or is he telling himself lies to cover his wrongs?
As a child I gave him all the tools: repentance, prayer, Your infallible word.
And now what he’s doing to himself is so absurd!
He’s lost his way, fallen short. My heart aches for him in every sort…
Of way, as I watch him wither away. Lord, give me the words you want me to say
to persuade my son to walk away from the addictions that led him astray.
Lord, of You there’s one more thing I desire. Return unto him the joy of his salvation, that holy fire.