Love me gently, Lord
I'm hurting now.
You said "Take Your cross and follow Me."
I beg, please show me how
To celebrate my weakness
That in You I might be strong
When desperation grips my soul
A moment seems too long.

Oh, God, what noble plans I had
To do this whole thing right
Now I fall before You wounded
And I've lost the will to fight.
There are soldiers all around me
They're depending on me, too.
I fear I've nothing left to give
So, again, I ask, Can You?

I'll love you gently, He says.
I know you're hurting now.
You've oft revered My sovereignty
Your knees have dropped to bow
If you could only see things
From My throne's clear point of view
You'd see glimpses of My Glory
Are fast at work in you.

I'll love you gently.
Let Me soothe your hurting now
I've said, "Pick up and follow -
I'll do more than show you how.
I'll turn this throne of brilliance
Into a rocking chair
Crawl aboard, My precious child