In my weakness, I cried out, The storms were raging, fear and doubt. I tried to stand on my own, But the weight was too much to hold alone. Then You whispered in the silence, A voice so gentle, yet full of strength: "My grace is enough for you, My power shines in all you do. When you are weak, I am strong, Through every trial, I’ll lead you on." I’ve seen mountains too steep to climb, And shadows dark that stole my time. Yet in those depths, You met me there, Your love became my steady prayer. And every tear became a story, Of Your faithfulness, Your glory. "My grace is enough for you, My power shines in all you do. When you are weak, I am strong, Through every trial, I’ll lead you on." So I’ll boast in my weakness, I’ll stand in my frailty. For in the cracks of my soul, Your light is all I see. Your power is perfect, Your love will never fail. In every broken moment, Your grace prevails. "My grace is enough for you, My power shines in all you do. When you are weak, I am strong, Through every trial, I’ll lead you on." Your grace, sufficient grace, It lifts me high in every place. When I am weak, You make me strong, Your grace will carry me all along.