Arms of Strength

I am tired and worn and feel I might break;
I wrestle with stress and it makes my head ache.
But through Your loving kindness and fatherly care,
You hold me upright so life I can bare.
A touch of Your grace I do not deserve,
Who's child am I that tenderly serves?
I stumble and falter, yet You are still near
Your peace, Your presence - it brings sweet tears.
Though weary I wander, Your promise remains,
You carry my burdens and quiet my pain.
So I'll rise again, though feeble, I'll stand,
Held firm in the grace of your merciful hand.