faith blows past me,
as things I hope for,
I try to grasp,
but they are gone.
My faith in You remains,
but sometimes,
in myself,
I'm faltering.
I'm just a girl really,
okay,
I know I've grown up.
but I don't have much
substance.
yet,
I cry to You,
you hear me,
set me in the midst
of the whirlwind,
the hurricane,
keep my focus on You.
