Few Left Standing - Tears Of A Fallen Man

my eyes grow weak with sorrow
my soul and body with grief
my life is consumed by anguish
and my years are groaning
my strength fails because of my affliction
bones grow weak
I have become the epitome of what I oppose
guilt stricken by lies
into Your hands I commit my spirit
I long to walk in Your shadow
conviction I find relief in You
I find relief in You
I find refuge in you
I find salvation in You