Once again I’m falling
Don’t know how hard I’ll land
Maybe this fall will kill me
Then I’m caught gently in his hands
Falling into clouds of mercy
Cushioned by the prayers of saints
And the fall I thought might be my end
Gives me strength to rise again
Somehow the fall has stripped away
The unimportant day to day
Just my spirit stands before the King
As he feeds me His eternal things
And when I rise up from this place
I’m clothed in mighty robes of grace
Beware my enemy- and flee
For now I am a stronger me
“Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you
faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, to the only
wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both
now and ever. Amen.” Jude 1 24-25 (KJV)