If you can feel the way I feel, then feel in me the need to heal the heart you put in me. ...The heart you gave me, falling, turning, tripping over all the feelings left unseen. Spreading out to find a place to hide my tired me. To know I’m safely in your arms that carry, lead and find. I’m always in your deepest heart and never off your mind. Fill me up, so I can stand, on top of all this sinking sand. I give my life, my heart, my hand to your unfailing Word. Take me from my bent up me that brought me to my hands and knees and offers you this hurting plea, the protector of my heart. I can’t forget the words you’ve spoken. Even when my life is broken, you give yourself to me. Using you, you build in me, what you always knew that I should be. You heal me with your hands of grace, and for your heart I trade my ways. You open my soul to find in me, that I’m no longer me, but we.