If My Soul Is Downcast In Me

If my soul is downcast in me
And sorrow fills my view
Would You speak Your words into me
And not stop till I am healed?

O would that I could reach out
One trembling, powerless hand
And touch Your robe of glory
My strength would be renewed

What is the width and length?
How deep and how high?
Your love reaches from the heavens
And draws me ever nigh

In this love I find my anchor
And search for this one truth
That You would stop at nothing
Your death and sufferings are the proof

And so in every sorrow
At Your throne of grace I kneel
More eager than I could imagine
Is Your readiness to heal




I have been writing a lot of songs lately.