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