Christian's Prayer

They magnify my every step
delighting in my fall,
and Lord, they call me hypocrite
when I'm not standing tall.

Would you open up their ears
and open up their eyes?
If I stood tall one hundred years
I'd never win the prize.

Though my faith moved mountains
and I gave Thee everything...
Thou only, hast the Fountain
and Thy Blood's my covering.

Would you make them understand
how very small my part?
I reach out for Your guiding hand
and give You all my heart.