Lord, sometimes I feel the weight of every trail, so I count the cost and trust you as your child. I saw your crown of thorns and how you gladly wore it. Every cross I face I’m stronger for it.

Chorus

Make me blind that I might see, make me lame that I might praise you from my knees. Let me hunger, let me thirst, until your word is all I need. So when I’m week, I’m stronger for it.

Verse II

Lord, when the waves get hard, you shown me how to follow your footsteps and cast away my doubts. I saw your temptation and how you stood before it, and I’m tempted too, but I’m stronger for it.

Verse III

Let me shout over Bethlehem. Let me be the trumpet sounding out your name. Let me be the burning bush in the desert sand, show me your glory, hide me from my shame.