I heard this song in the car today, on the way to the doctors office.
Ready for confession time?
The last 2 days I have been holding a grudge against someone I love dearly, because I was hurt by them. Instead of lovingly communicating and talking it out, I just wallowed in my hurt and decided I was mad. Now granted, I have not felt great, physically, the past few days (I will get to why in a moment), but I’ve learned that physical pain is no excuse to treat someone with disregard, creating emotional pain for everyone involved.
This song spoke to my heart, a great reminder of what cancer has taught me this past year–we all need to live like we are dying. “86,400 seconds” is all we have in each day, and every second counts! I don’t want to be wasteful with my moments.
After a long discussion with a doctor today, I left his office and again, started thinking of the importance of this song.
I have been having stomach pain the last week. It is in the evenings, and there have been 2 nights where I thought I may have to go to the emergency room if it didn’t let up. They are checking my gallbladder for stones with an ultrasound tomorrow. They are also going to check my stomach lining next week.
This is the test that has me a little nervous. Women with lobular breast cancer are more likely to get ovarian and gastric (stomach) cancer metastasis. I just had a dear friend die from stomach cancer. I’ve seen firsthand what what would be in store. Facing reality, I know that could be me.
Despite this reality, I have a peace. A peace that “passes all understanding.” (Phil. 4:7) I know, KNOW there is a perfect plan for my life, no matter how long or short it is. I KNOW God has me in the palm of His hand, and nothing can separate me from His love. This makes me think of my favorite Bible verse:
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:38,39
This peace, this unending love from my Creator, allows me..frees me.. to live like I’m dying. To release hurt, to come out from “hiding behind skin that’s too tough,” to say I love you enough. To admit fault, wrongdoing. To ask for forgiveness and to forgive. To let go of “Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda” and live like I shall, can and will.
To take the 86,400 seconds in a day and be present in them.
Won’t you join me?
“Live Like We’re Dying” by cutie Chris Allen 🙂 Sometimes we fall down, can’t get back up We’re hiding behind skin that’s too tough How come we don’t say I love you enough Till it’s to late, it’s not too late
Our hearts are hungry for a food that won’t come And we could make a feast from these crumbs And we’re all staring down the barrel of a gun So if your life flashed before you, What would you wish you would’ve done
Yeah, we gotta start Looking at the hands of the time we’ve been given If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking If every second counts on a clock that’s ticking Gotta live like we’re dying
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to Turn it all around or to throw it all away We gotta tell them that we love them While we got the chance to say Gotta live like we’re dying
And if your plane fell out of the skies Who would you call with your last goodbye Should be so careful who we live out our lives So when we long for absolution, There’ll no one on the line, yeah
Yeah, we gotta start Looking at the hands of the time we’ve been given If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking If every second counts on a clock that’s ticking Gotta live like we’re dying
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to Turn it all around or to throw it all away We gotta tell them that we love them While we got the chance to say Gotta live like we’re dying
Like we’re dying, oh, like we’re dying..
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to Turn it all around or to throw it all away We gotta tell them that we love them While we got the chance to say Gotta live like we’re dying
You never know a good thing till it’s gone You never see a crash till it’s head on Why do we think we’re right when we’re dead wrong You never know a good thing till it’s gone
Yeah, we gotta start Looking at the hands of the time we’ve been given If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking If every second counts on a clock that’s ticking Gotta live like we’re dying
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to Turn it all around or to throw it all away We gotta tell them that we love them While we got the chance to say Gotta live like we’re dying
Like we’re dying, oh, like we’re dying..
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to Turn it all around or to throw it all away We gotta tell them that we love them While we got the chance to say Gotta live like we’re dying..
Is there someone in your life that hurls accusations at you? That won’t forgive your shortcomings? That reminds you on a consistent basis where you are failing? Who points fingers at you, making you feel like everything bad that happens in life is your fault? Who makes you feel like you have done something wrong when you have not? Or, when you have messed up, keeps holding up a mirror forcing you to stare at what you have already confessed?
Is that someone you? Is that someone you love dearly?
Whether or not it is another person or your own self- talk, accusations are meant to destroy. I believe they ultimately come from the one whom all evil flows– Satan, the Accuser.
From “A Confident Heart” by Renee Swope:
God’s spirit will convict you, but His heart will never condemn you. How do we know whether what we are experiencing is condemnation that comes from the Accuser, or the voice of conviction that comes from God?
Condemnation sweeps across our thoughts with generalized statements- “Your such a failure,” “Your so hypocritical,” etc. When it is the Accuser, the tone is condemning, questioning and confusing. It leads to guilt and shame.
Conviction that comes from God will be specific. It reveals a sinful action and attitude and instructs us on what we need to do to right the wrong. He’ll give us steps to take to change behavior or attitude.
~Instead of Your such a failure as a [wife, mom, daughter, friend], the Spirit might say, You were really critical the way you talked to _______. (your husband, child, parent, etc.). you need to say you are sorry and ask for forgiveness. Then tell them something that will build them up instead of tearing them down.
~Instead of You’re so hypocritical, the Spirit might say, You judge others for gossiping, but you are doing the same thing when you talk about your neighbor are at work. Tomorrow at lunch break, apologize for what you said and share a few things that are positive about her.
God uses conviction lovingly, to show us our sin and lead our hearts to repentance.
We’ve got to get our “good enough” from Jesus. When we belong to Him, we’re clothed in His righteousness, forever beloved and accepted; a constant recipient of His steadfast love and grace.
–Gary Morland
My prayer:
Lord, thank you for remaking me. Thank you for a love that is patient, is kind and keeps no record of my wrongs. I trust your perfect love for me and I know that because of that perfect love I don’t need to be. I will remain in your love and I will be confident of this: that He who began a good work in me will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus!
The video above is powerful. The song is a favorite of mine. I hope you enjoy.
You Are More by Tenth Avenue North There’s a girl in the corner With tear stains on her eyes From the places she’s wandered And the shame she can’t hide
She says, “How did I get here? I’m not who I once was. And I’m crippled by the fear That I’ve fallen too far to love”
But don’t you know who you are, What’s been done for you? Yeah don’t you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you’ve made, You are more than the sum of your past mistakes, You are more than the problems you create, You’ve been remade. Well she tries to believe it That she’s been given new life But she can’t shake the feeling That it’s not true tonight
She knows all the answers And she’s rehearsed all the lines And so she’ll try to do better But then she’s too weak to try
But don’t you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you’ve made, You are more than the sum of your past mistakes, You are more than the problems you create, You’ve been remade.
‘Cause this is not about what you’ve done, But what’s been done for you. This is not about where you’ve been, But where your brokenness brings you to
This is not about what you feel, But what He felt to forgive you, And what He felt to make you loved. You are more than the choices that you’ve made, You are more than the sum of your past mistakes, You are more than the problems you create, You’ve been remade.
I heard this song in the car today and loved it. I have heard it before, but today it lit my heart up.
Jason Castro talking about his love and life. As he says in the video below, his goals in life are to be “a loving father, a faithful husband and a servant of all.” Beautiful.
You Are -Jason Castro
Looking for meaning Looking for love Looking for something to Never give up You are the one You are the one Looking for purpose in all Of the pain Looking for someone to Hold in the rain You are the one You are the one
[CHORUS] You are life more beautiful You are love more powerful You are the light that always shines You are the one
You came in my darkness You came in my night You came without warning You came to my side You are the one You are the one There’s no before you There’s no too late There’s no without you There’s only today You are the one You are the one
[CHORUS] You are life more beautiful You are love more powerful You are the light that always shines You are the one You are the song I wanna sing You are here You are everything You are the light that always shines You are the one
And I will never move on from you Oh oh I will never move on from you Yeah
CHORUS You are life more beautiful You are love more powerful You are the light that always shines You are the one You are the song I gotta sing You are here You are everything You are the light that always shines You are the one You are the one You are the one You are the light that shines You are the one
And I will never move on from you I will never move on from you
One year ago today, at about this exact time in the late afternoon, I received the call that I had invasive ductal carcinoma.
Breast cancer.
I find myself reflecting on all that has transpired this past year. I can’t believe it has only been a year, as a whole lot of life was lived in one year. There is much that has happened that I wish had not, but there is A WHOLE LOT MORE that has happened that I would not trade for the world. I can’t even begin to tell you how much love has been showered upon me through words and actions. I also can’t even begin to tell you how close God has been to me throughout the year. He held me, never left nor will leave me, and is just an amazing, amazing God!
Here is a bit of what I have written about that day one year ago:
________________
Diagnosis
It all started with a lump.
A soft, small ½ inch round thickening.
I never dreamed I would eventually be told that the thickening was actually a 6 centimeter malignant tumor.
We were celebrating Christmas, 2009, I bring 3 sisters in front of a bathroom mirror and discreetly show them what I had been keeping a puzzled eye on for months. They too, are puzzled, as we all stare with furrowed brows at this lump thickening of mine. I go to the doctor. She sends me for an ultrasound. I am told it is normal tissue, and I that have some fluid filled cysts, nothing to worry about.
But I still worry, I stand in front of mirror many evenings, while brushing my teeth, looking with eyebrows still furrowed. I examine. Is it changing? Am I imagining? I am a bit unsettled.
It is May. I make the decision to go back to the doctor. She points me to a surgeon, just in case. This surgeon is the “best in town” She is one who deals with breast lumps daily and has for years. She quickly looks, quickly feels. She scoots her chair up to mine, looks me square in the eyes and says “I know what I am feeling and it is not cancer.
SHE IS SO CONFIDENT!
I name her Dr. Confident.
She tells me to go home and quit worrying. I sigh relief.
BUT
My hero husband does not. He presses, for now he is puzzled. He is out of place in this room, the first time he has ever come to such an appointment with me–it is even during a workday.
Why did he come?
Because of his love and God’s plan.
Husband asks “can we at least have an ultrasound to compare to the last?”
Surgeon sighs, hastily scribbles out a consent for an ultrasound and says “If you must, so you quit worrying…but I know what I am feeling and I am sure it is nothing” I leave confident, because she was confident.
The order for ultrasound sits, gets buried under paper.
I become buried in summer fun with my 3 girls—they are a 10, 9 and 7.
It is now the end of August.
I start having pain under my left rib, in the spleen area.
They want to ultrasound.
I think, “Oh, I should go dig out my other ultrasound order, the one for breast. I’ll hit two birds with one stone” Might as well.
My spleen looked perfectly normal BUT
My breast is now puzzling the professionals
They do a biopsy.
The procedure is incredibly painful, a searing pain that shook my core, and an experience that made me shake for over an hour later.
Why wouldn’t the anesthetic work?
Why couldn’t they get me numb?
We now know it was because vascular areas do not numb well.
Tumors are hungry and greedy, which makes them very vascular.
We didn’t know this then, but I wonder if my kind nurse did…
I wait for 3 days.
The call comes on a Tuesday late afternoon.
August 31.
I am in my bedroom.
My home is full of rowdy kids, mine and neighbors.
The nurse says, “will you please hold for Dr. Confident”
My heart is pounding. I am sitting on the edge of my bed.
Elevator music in one ear, the sound of my children playing downstairs in the other.
There are more sounds, the sound of my heart pounding, and of thoughts swirling.
“Why didn’t the nurse just tell me?” “Oh, no. It is the end of the workday. Dr.’s save the hard calls for the end of the work day “
Dr. Confident comes on the phone, voice low and serious.
“Amy, I’m sorry to have to tell you that you have Invasive Ductal Carcinoma”
Silence… but then my breath gets louder and faster.
“Do you understand what I am saying?” “That means you have breast cancer”
I find myself in my closet, phone still attached to my ear. I am having to concentrate on my breath, I say the word “Ok” three times. It is the only thing I can think of to say. My knees feel weird. Is this what they mean by “weak in the knees?”
She wants to see me.
I then get angry and find my words. I tell her no.
I remind her that she named herself Dr. Confident.
I remind her that hero husband had to ask for an ultrasound.
I have not spoken to her since, but I do think I have forgiven.
I pray my story has changed her name to “Dr. Humbled” for her future patients sake.
I send kids home. I call husband. He tells me later that his knees, too, had buckled.
He comes home. We look into each others eyes, fear reflecting fear.
His hug never felt so good.
I am so sad for this good, good, husband, sad that I am the cause of his fear reflecting eyes.
Kids go to Bible Club for 3 hours.
We spend that time making many phone calls to those who love us.
I stutter out the words “I have breast cancer” with each call. The experience of hearing my voice say those words aloud, knowing they cause fear and pain in those I love was not one I would get used to very quickly. Every time I say it, I have to force it out. It sounds so harsh. It makes me cringe.
There is a thunderstorm that night.
I listen to the thunder, and a song with this verse as a chorus
(Isaiah 43:2)” When you pass through the water I will be with you. When you pass through the flames you will not be burned-do not fear”
It is the first of many, many times our God would comfort me with song and His Word. He has been with me, so near, so sweet and dear.
Despite His words to me, fear had me in its grip that night.
I tried to sleep.
I would drift off, and would wake, dry heaving.
Fear was wreaking havoc on my body.
I tired of waking to the heaves.. so I get up.
I find myself sorting. I sort recipes. I think about how they will outlive me.
I throw out recipes that are full of sugar. I don’t want to leave junk for my girls.
I think of the junk, the baggage that I have left, will leave. I beg God for more time to make it all right. To turn junk into treasure. I can’t stop thinking of dying. I feel crazy. Husband wakes to comfort me. He tells me I have to shut down the thoughts. I agree, and for a moment feel less crazy.
How does one do this?
How does one fight fear of death, while facing death?
How do I open my clenched fists and allow “no’s” to become open hands that say “come what may?”
Answered prayer started happening the very next morning.
I wake up to the harsh reality that I had dumped Dr. Now Humbled and am left in need. God moves mountains for me and shows me a beautiful chain of events within hours that was only by His doing. God maneuvers, and by 10:00 am I have an Oncologist. Not just any Oncologist, but one who is and has been everything I need….
______________________
I will stop there. 🙂
Facebook has a new feature where they show your status from the years before in the sidebar. I got chills and tears when I read mine from a year ago, written in the evening, after an emotional evening of phone calls. I vividly remember writing it, I was starring at my computer screen while in a daze, but then was shaken to the present by loud thunder. That thunderstorm spurred this status:
It also reminded me of a song that we sing at church. I immediately looked up and watched this video at least 3 times in a row. This song is a favorite and one to this day God uses to remind me of who He is.
It’s 4:00 a.m. & I can’t sleep. This is new to me. Sleep never eludes me, it has always just come. I realize what a blessing this is.
Fall is coming. I find myself in a funk. This, too, is new to me. Usually come fall I find renewed energy in the routine that it brings.
I remember spring. The spring in my step. Why am I falling back this fall? I am falling back instead of springing ahead. I hate the discouragement this realization brings.
“Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? {Psalm 43:5a}
Why am I so downcast? Why the discouragement? What to do about it?
I need to sort it out, so I write.
My diagnosis 1- year anniversary is coming up–August 31. I should celebrate that I am here. Instead, I mourn what was. The ‘ongoing-ness’ of this reality is something I need to accept.
I pictured being done with it all by fall, actually, by summer! Instead, the treatment brings on complications that keep me visiting doctors on a much too- regular basis. Cysts, keloids, insane hormone levels. Implants that won’t stay put, requiring another slicing into this already so scarred body of mine.
I hate cancer.
Decisions need to be made. I grasp for wisdom. I search for answers. I find few, for I am in a “special” category. Very few studies are done on women my age. Premenopausal. There is much unknown. Doctors give me homework to read up on, to help our decisions. This research forces my eyes to face the stark statistics of my “Stage 3, 6 cm. tumor, with lymph node involvement” cancer.
50/50.
I have a 50/50 chance I will be alive in 10 years. I did find a statistic that said 60/40. I liked that one better.
I am 34.
Some days I feel so young, in my 20’s. These days, I feel old. This past year has aged me, I feel like an old soul.
I want to live into my 80’s! I want grandchildren. I want wrinkles & crows feet & sagging & cellulite!
Despite wanting cellulite-ha- I need to exercise. All summer I said, “come fall I will exercise. I must, for it cuts chance of recurrence”
I take an hour walk, but then have to recover the next day. A 2 hour nap in the morning and a 2 hour nap in the late afternoon. The fatigue is incredible, all from a simple walk! The only thing that brings on this type of fatigue for me is exercise, but I am told it is the best treatment for fatigue.
I do simple pilates for strength and the same day my arm wakes me up, aching in the night. Will exercise bring on lymphedema? I dig out my granny compression sleeve, my pout goes even deeper as I put it on. Its tightness squeezes the motivation right out of me.
And then, there is the subject of money. I hesitate to talk about it so publicly, it feels tacky. Yet, it was a talk about money that caused the rest of my dominoes to fall, sending this crushing discouragement.
He gently tells me, “Our monthly expenses are so much higher now due to your health issues. We need to find areas to cut”
We search the monthly budget numbers and start cutting, my anger at cancer growing with each snip. I cry. I feel guilty. I feel bad that my tears make him feel bad.
Youngest daughters piano lessons–snip. A date night a month-snip. Family tradition outings. My most loved coming up, the pumpkin patch–snip. The idea of a gym membership for me–snip. Our dream of Disney before the kids get too old for it–snip
Even as I write this I feel ashamed. It is all so shallow.
We have shelter, a beautiful home. We have health insurance–a luxury. So many in my boat don’t. We have food and water. I think of mothers in Africa this very minute walking miles with limp children in search of a drink. Could you imagine?
I know these things. Yet I am still frustrated. I think the emotions come from knowing its my needs, due to this dumb disease, that is causing all the trimming.
I hate cancer.
Fall also brings a much anticipated cancer support group, meeting 3 hours a week for 3 months! It starts September 1st. It is put on by St. Elizabeth Hospital, my home away from home.
I am excited. I know a few of the women that will be attending, and I know of others and their stories. Excited, but apprehensive. I know this group will bring me into an intimate friendship with those whom I could lose.
Am I brave enough?
Some are living through what is my worst nightmare. Reccurence. I’ve read their stories, their story started as mine. Stage 3, large tumor, lymph node involvement. The treatment was exactly mine. And now, a few years later, they are a Stage 5, cancer spreading to bones, to lungs. Will that, too, be my story? My heart breaks for them in reading their stories. I marvel at the strength and joy I see in these women. Despite the statistics they face daily, they smile at me.
A reminder that I need to find mine.
I don’t want to fall this fall. I want to thrive, survive and live fully!!
I know what to do to get out of this fall funk, I know I will, for “He who began a good work in me will be faithful to complete it.” {Philippians 1:6}
I know it is a matter of processing, (thank you for allowing me) and then a “throwing off everything that hinders and entangles, and running with perseverance the race marked out for me.” {Hebrews 12:1}
All the while, “being still and knowing that He is God” {Psalm 46:10}, and “remembering His good works of the past” {Psalm 77:11} and of now. I must list the gifts, exchanging my negative, falling thoughts for steady, thankful truth.
And when it is all I can do, I know that I have a safe place to lean hard into, even fall into, this fall. He is my Hope, so I will.
“Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed? I will put my hope in God! I will praise Him again, my Savior and my God!” {Psalm 43:5}
I went on a church retreat when I was in high school. During a mixer, we were challenged to think of a name, ending in the word “-one” that we wanted to be known by. A name to claim who we were and who God was making us more and more in to.
I chose the name “Shining-One”
I so desired to be one who shines the light of hope and love to a hurting world. I so wanted God to use little me to make a difference in this world. Now that I am an adult, I am learning that the hardest times to shine is in the mundane, little, everyday annoyances; and also in the larger, familiar moments that reveal patterns of unhealthy beliefs.
An example of an unhealthy beliefs that I am working on breaking is “I have to be perfect to be affirmed and loved.” To anyone who would call themselves a perfectionist, I would challenge you to look deeper into that and think about why you are. I was challenged to do this and boy, was it revealing. It revealed some deep rooted beliefs that I claimed a stake in years ago, that triggers negative reactions when imperfect life happens, when I choose to act imperfectly, or when I simply have made a mistake.
This morning something happened that immediately triggered thoughts of “I will never get it.” “there is no hope for me in this area.” ” I suck.” Can you just hear the perfectionism oozing out of each of those agreements I made with myself? I am learning to watch for these negative agreements that I make. I am learning I can exchange them for truth agreements. God helped me to that this morning. He helped me to choose to continue to shine for Him, instead of waste a day feeling like a total loser. I exchanged the nasty agreements above for these:
“I am completely whole and new in Christ, lacking nothing” “I can do all things through Him who gives me strength” “He will bless the desires of my heart and my efforts. He will help me” “God has washed me pure, despite of my imperfections” “Only God is perfect, I will not be until I get to Heaven” “He is making me more and more like Himself everyday”
With these new agreements on my brain, I will continue on with my day and shine. ______________________________________
This Little Light Of Mine–Addison Road
There’s a little flame inside us all Some shine bright Some shine small The rains will come And the waters rise But don’t you ever lose your light
In this life you will know Love and pain Joy and sorrow So when it hurts When times get hard Don’t forget whose child you are
This little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine This little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine Gonna let it shine
May you live each day With no regret Make the most of every chance you get Let your eyes get wide When you look at the stars With the same sense of wonder as a child’s heart
With the ones you love- Treasure the time And for those who are gone Keep the memories alive
Hold on to your dreams Don’t you ever let go There’s a fire inside you Burning with hope
This little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine This little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine Gonna let it shine
There will be days when you wanna give up When the clouds settle in But after the rain comes the sun Don’t you ever forget Don’t forget Don’t, don’t forget
One day there will be no more pain And we will finally see Jesus’ face So until then I’m gonna try To brave the dark And let my little light shine
This little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine This little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine Gonna let it shine
This little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine This little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine Gonna let it shine Oh, shine Gonna let it shine There’s a little light inside us all
My heart has been heavy for people who are in pain around me.
We found out a man who has lived beside us for years, one whom I’ve only said hi to. One whose pain, disfunction, addiction and odd actions with my children caused me to fear him and avoid him, took his own life. I don’t know much about the situation, but I do know that he was hurting enough to believe that the only way out was to kill himself.
The one thing I did know about him was that he slept with the TV on. He lived in the basement of the house next door, and when I would walk down my stairs, from my upstairs window, I could see in a crack of his makeshift curtains –a shirt hanging in the window that always looked like a ghost. The crack showed only a slice of his TV, which was on 24/7, tuned to black and white shows of the past. I’m sure the TV was on the day they found his body. I am sad to think of this man, dying alone in a basement lit with black and white.
I regret not pushing past my fear to at least try to get to know his story and offer him some hope. We even could have talked television, it would have been a start, maybe have led to something more meaningful. I wish now to tell him that there is a God who knows, as the song below says,
“You know my heart is heavy And the hurt is deep But when I feel like giving up You’re reminding me That we all fall down sometimes But when I hit the ground You Lift me up when I am weak Your arms wrap around me Your love catches me so I’m letting go You lift me up when I can’t see Your heart is all that I need Your love carries me so I’m letting go”
Are you hurting today? If so, please take a listen and know that the God of the Universe loves you, no matter what.
Lift Me Up-{The Afters} You lift me up with your love You lift me up with your love You lift me up with your love You lift me up
Waiting for the sunrise Waiting for the day Waiting for a sign That I’m where you want me to be
You know my heart is heavy And the hurt is deep But when I feel like giving up You’re reminding me That we all fall down sometimes But when I hit the ground
You lift me up when I am weak Your arms wrap around me Your love catches me so I’m letting go You lift me up when I can’t see Your heart is all that I need Your love carries me so I’m letting go
You lift me up with your love You lift me up with your love You lift me up with your love You lift me up
I know I’m not perfect I know I make mistakes I know that I have let you down But you love me the same
And when I’m surrounded When I lose my way When I’m crying out and falling down You are here to
Lift me up when I am weak Your arms wrap around me Your love catches me so I’m letting go You lift me up when I can’t see Your heart is all that I need Your love carries me so I’m letting go
I can see the dawn is breaking I am feeling overtaken with your love With your love I don’t know what I can offer In this moment I surrender to your love To your love
You lift me up when I am weak Your arms wrap around me Your love catches me so I’m letting go
You lift me up when I am weak Your arms wrap around me Your love catches me so I’m letting go You lift me up when I can’t see Your heart is all that I need Your love carries me so I’m letting go
I can see the dawn is breaking I am feeling overtaken with your love
You lift me up with your love You lift me up with your love You lift me up with your love You lift me up
