In the quiet of the morning when the shadows fade,
I remember every promise that Your love has made.
When my hands are empty and my breath is small,
You’re the steady whisper lifting through it all.
I don’t have to be unbroken to be held by You,
Your grace is the river running through.
I can do all things through Christ my strength.
When the road is steep, when the night is long,
You are my peace, You are my song.
In my deepest weakness, Your power is made known,
I can do all things, through You alone.
There is beauty in the surrender, healing in the rest,
Laying down the burdens weighing on my chest.
You’re the light that guides me when the vision clears,
Perfect love that casts out all my deepest fears.
Holding to the promise written in Your word,
By the gentlest voice the universe has heard.
I can do all things through Christ my strength.
When the road is steep, when the night is long,
You are my peace, You are my song.
In my deepest weakness, Your power is made known,
I can do all things, through You alone.
Your strength is not a thunder, it’s a steady flame.
The wind and waves are quieted at Your name.
You carry me onward, step by step,
With every heartbeat, with every breath.
Through Him who strengthens me.
Through Him who sets me free.
In the quiet, in the still…
I can do all things.
Through You.
Steve Maraboli
