When trouble surrounds me where do I go,
On bended knee and talk to my Lord.
When all seems at loss and my heart is low,
Lord you are there to bring Your comfort and love.
Where can I go when my tears begin to flow,
at the feet of Jesus I find comfort and rest.
My precious Lord, He takes my hand,
When I am weak and tired,
He takes my hand,
He gives me strength to stand,
Through the long darkest night,
He hears my cry and knows my heart,
On bended knee,
I come to Thee,
my Precious Savior,
My one desire.
When my life is tossed about,
like a ship in the midst of a storm,
I am reasured He is with me,
His peace stills the angry waves,
He takes me within His arms,
and I know that I am safe.
O Lord how I long for You,
On bended knee I lift my heart
to You in praise.
I thank You and adore You,
my precious Savior above.
So when trouble surrounds me like a flood,
You are there and You reach down from above.
You pick me up and set me upon solid ground,
With Your precious hands,
You wipe away my many tears.
You take away my many fears.
So on bended knee, I come to Thee,
I just want to thank You Lord,
for all You have done and given for me.
Now like a eagle I can fly.
I am set free.
by Wanda Jess, April21,2005
