every time i thought about it i got nervous
and every time i got nervous i got worried
every time i got worried i felt sick
and every time i felt sick i just wanted to back out there and then
—
but every time i wanted to back out
i talked to You
cried to You
clung to You frantically
knowing You wouldn’t let go of me
—
let me be gracious
let me be graceful
let me be the woman You made me to be
let him see You and not only me
—
every time eyes met mine i said oh yes, You are good
and every time You were good You proved Yourself even greater
every time You were greater fear just flew away
and there sat a gracious, God-filled woman
in love with the Holder of her heart
