When I'm down,
on my knees,
I tell myself,
one of these:
That God has loved me,
all along.
The way he sings me,
A sweet love song.
When I'm tired,
Or when I'm weak,
He's the one,
I always seek.
Every night,
I pray to him.
In His eyes,
I'm never dim.
He's in me,
and He's in you.
There's never been,
A love more true.
Maybe this is what,
He's using me for.
So not just me,
but you can score.
In times like these,
there's no one to trust.
And just like that,
He wipes away the dust.
