Trusting from the bottom's
edge
When fear tries to control,
Knowing when our God is good,
Not desolate of heart and
soul.
Trusting from the bottom's
edge,
Every circumstance against
the Word
But faith pointing to the
victory,
Glorifying Him that my heart
heard.
Trusting from the bottom's
edge,
The Truth established to
free
From the things that attack
Not ruled by what I feel
or see.
Trusting from the bottom's
edge,
Joy enlightens in the day
When trouble tries to overcome,
All glory to eternity's
Way.
Trusting from the bottom's
edge,
For I know my Father's heart,
How He loves me without
measure,
His all given to set apart.
Trusting from the bottom's
edge
Laughter bubbles full and
free
As I abandon myself to Him
Knowing He encompasses and
keeps me.
© 1999 Donna Faulkner Pyle