Weakness

I was a child of confusion;
I didn't know what was right or was wrong.
I thought I was wise to the illusion;
I didn't know what I was standing on.
I was bleeding; I was helpless,
Like a trav'ler who's wounded so far from home.

But all my cries for comfort, they did not go unanswered;
They were not unheard.
It's like my eyes have been opened, my Father has found me,
I live by His word.