Many times my mind
Is wrapped up in troubles
And my heart
Gets so heavy too
Sometimes when I sink
So long I touch bottom
I kneel down to reach out
And He pulls me through
I pray my way out of trouble
And I ask
My dear Lord
To help me each day
I pray my way out of trouble
And the dear nail scarred hand
Wipes my teardrops away
The smallest prayer
From the world's bigger sinner
Brings a smile
To His saddened face
So I just go to Him
Any time I am in trouble
Wash my heart
In the waters
Of my Saviour's grace
I pray my way out of trouble
And I ask
My dear Lord
To help me each day
I pray my way out of trouble
And the dear nail scarred hand
Wipes my teardrops away