I Am Falling

Help me, Father, I am falling;
I am sinking fast.
Here beneath this heavy burden,
I shall not long last.

Though the dawn is breaking, Father,
I have yet to sleep.
Hear the thunder rolling, Father.
See the lightning sweep.

Come and share my burden, Father.
Bear me up, I pray.
Calm the storm around and in me.
Brighten up my way.

Strong and steady keep me till I
Walk Thy golden street.
If I be found fallen, let it
Be at Jesus' feet.

Tina Rae Collins

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