When everything around me

Is folding in

Gasping for air

When the oxygen of grace

Seems so thin

And the altitude of long suffering

Seems so high

Reckoning with the price I’ve paid

Then a slight turn of the head

Toward the One who gave it all

Puts this momentary fight of faith

Into eternal perspective

My head rising

Above the mountains

To see 

Where my help comes from

The Lord

Maker of heaven and earth