Be with me Lord
The darkness of night surrounds me
Like smoky tendrils its spectral fingers grip
My courage is but a flicker, a spark in winter’s cold
Remain with me and proffer strength
I am but dust without Your Spirit, Your might
So small a thing was I, a lonesome soul adrift
My father’s son, born of Adam’s fallen race
A simple man who loves your truth, your word
When your Son bought me by your grace
You gave to me a name, and to my spirit, wings
Stay with me Lord—finish making me
That a giant I may be
In Christ my Savior
By this love that you have spawned
The One who works such fruitfulness in me
Be with me Lord, until the day has dawned
Spirit Writer 