73 Near to You

My feet had slipped, my heart grew cold. Chasing shadows,

chasing gold. I envied fools who seemed to stand while I sank

deep in sinking sand. But in Your house, I saw the

end, and I found grace, I found a friend.

Near to You is where I belong. You hold my heart,

You make me strong. Whom have I in Heaven but You?

Nothing on earth compares to You. My flesh may fail, my spirit weak,

but You're my strength, the hope I seek. The wicked rise,