All I can offer is this fragile breath

I searched the world for a song that I could sing
Praise to my King, a gift that I could bring
But no music I found could compare to You
Not one could do justice to Your glory
What are my songs compared to Yours?

You speak with thunder and lightning
Your voice shakes the mountains
The foundations of the earth
All I can offer is this fragile breath
With each one I'll praise You
With each one I'll praise You more

I searched the world for a poem I could read
A rhyme that would bring glory to my King
But no writing I found was worthy of
This God high above all other gods
What are my words compared to Yours?

-- "This Fragile Breath (The Thunder Song)" by Todd Agnew (Sample here)

It's been a wild ride. And even as I heave a sigh of relief at another episode closed, I realise that I'm going to have many more of these. These are challenging times for me, and not just during the emotional and situational lows. It's when I most think that I am in control -- that I can handle everything on my own, away from God -- that I am most vulnerable to fall.

Thank you, God, for Your faithfulness, without which I am nothing.