(Gary Chapman, Michael W. Smith, Amy Grant)

Lord, I'm really glad you're here

Hope You feel the same
When You see all my fear
And how I fail

I fall sometimes
It's hard to walk in shifting sand
I miss the rock and find

I've nowhere left to stand
I start to cry
Lord, please help me

Raise my hand, so You can pick me up
Hold me close, hold me tighter


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I have found a place where I can hide
It's safe inside

Your arms of love
Like a child who's held throughout a storm
You keep me warm

In Your arms of love

Storms will come and storms will go

Wonder just how many storms
It takes until I finally know
You're here always

Even when my skies are far from gray,
I can stay
Teach me to stay there


[Chorus]