I Confess

When my feet are weary and sore, and my steps uncertain, unsure;

When my soul’s distressed, and I beat my breast, and I’m shaken down to my core.

Then I turn my eyes to the Lord, holding fast to mercy’s strong cord.

And I know all’s well, and my heart does swell, for my faith is to Him moored. 

For You are my God, and You are my righteousness!

For You are my peace, the One who gives me rest!

And You are my Shield, I shout Your blessedness!

And You are my joy, I can’t help but confess!

And I, O God, I confess.

I have cried aloud to my God, and He sees wherever I trod.

For His eyes are there, whether storm or fair, and He loves me though I’m flawed.

Now He guides me to waters calm, His saving grace a constant balm.

He restores my soul, and He makes me whole, and He holds me in His palm.

For You are my God, and You are my righteousness!

For You are my peace, the One who gives me rest!

And You are my Shield, I shout Your blessedness!

And You are my joy, I can’t help but confess!

And I, O God, I confess.