Weak Before God, But Strong of Soul

When I think about my Father,
And what an awesome God is He.
My heart gives out a humble beat,
As I fall upon my knees.

My muscles turn to rubber,
No strength inside these bones.
My heart cries out for His Sweet Love,
My mouth His praise does moan.

I am weak before my Father,
A jelly fish cast to the sea.
No way to change my bearing,
I accept whatever will be.

But it is this very weakness,
That makes my soul so strong.
There is no fear inside of me,
To Him my life belongs.

So no matter how rough the waters,
Or the pounding of the waves.
I worry naught about it,
For with Him I know I'm safe.

Yes I am weak before my Father,
And proud to tell you so.
I know I am forever safe,
Within His Golden Glow.