You Built Me

Lord You built me strong yet I am weak
You made me able but my hands fumble
Through Your grace I won't suffer defeat
Jesus teach me to be humble

Take the burdens I place on my shoulders
From me the yoke which bears me down
Brush off my head the ash which smoulders
Replace it with a righteous crown

Lead me from dangers in the raging storm
To a place of safety by Your still waters
Your Spirit, in my mind, new thoughts form
Of salvation You have bought us

By Pete Scopes