WHEN IT LOOKS IMPOSSIBLE . . .
I’ve come to the end of myself, Lord.
I’ve come to the end of my road.
To the place that my strength’s too depleted
To wield the sword of Your Word.
I’ve come to the end of my struggle,
And there’s no earthly place I can turn.
But Your strength’s made perfect in weakness;
That’s one lesson, Lord, I have learned.
So reach down for me in Your grace, Lord,
And Your mercy that’s new every day.
Come in Your omniscient power, Lord.
You fight the battle; I’ll praise.
When there’s nothing left of me, I find it’s true
That all I ever really need is You.