Every New Day

When I was small, the furthest I could reach, Was not so high, Then I thought the world was so much smaller, Feeling I could fly. Through distant deeps and skies, Behind infinity, Below the face of Heaven, He stoops to create me. Dear Father, I need you, Your strength my heart to mend. I want to fly higher, Every new day again. Man versus himself. Man versus machine. Man versus the world. Mankind versus me. The struggles go on, The wisdom I lack, The burdens keep piling Up on my back. So hard to breathe, To take the next step. The mountain is high, I wait in the depths. Yearning for grace,