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