Don't Let Go

Caffeine highs and desperate lows,

Questions mount and feelings blow

To foreign lands where they are killed

Like leaves blown into enemies fields.

It's the doubts that tell this weary hand

To let go and fall into enemy lands.

The doubts say You will let me fall;

The doubts say You will watch me crawl

In deserted lands where I will call,

And You won't care- You'll watch me fall.

But faith says I'm at desperate lows

And I should hold tight when feelings go,

And not because of caffeine highs,

And not because of pretty lies,

And even though the feelings die:

I know You when You hold me tight.

And there is peace that questions can't trace

And there is joy that doubts don't faze.

And there is love that won't let me fall-

My Father hears me when I call.