Foolish I look and foolish I stand
As my words, earnest, fumble.
The right thing? Lord, I pray
Your honest Word keeps me humble;
Sets me true on arrow's way,
To mend the aching hearts that stray
Upon a path I once thought clear.
Not sure, I am, pointing the way
For those, in heart, I hold so dear.
Yet, they are here, calling, calling,
But with You, I don't fear falling.
Reassured that You are near,
I will continue, even here,
And trust, though my heart breaks.
Your love will grant me all it takes
To play the fool and make the fumble;
All it takes to make me humble.