“When He Carries Me” by Ina Yefimov
Sometimes I think that I’m so great,
Until I feel the sudden weight of sin pressing down on me.
I think, “How godly I’ve become.
My good works day is done”,
And find how arrogant I’ve become.
But when I think I’m strong I fall;
When I am weak Christ picks me up,
And carries me over mountains tall.
He gives me hope;
He gives me strength.
Again I think how I’m so great,
so I ask to be let down.
He listens to my request,
Though he knows it is not best.
A fat and furious river sweeps me nigh,
And to my Savior I do cry.
He catches me in his strong arms,
And wipes the tears from my eyes, and says,
“I am always here”,
And from my eyes came more tears.
“Father, now I realize on my feet,
I meet defeat,
But when you carry me,
Then there is victory!”