These Frail Hands Lyrics - Brave Saint Saturn

In this broken place where I was born 

It seems there is no peace, 

And the very soil that we walk upon 

Is filled with tears that never cease, 

And you can trace the scars of hopelessness 

Like sweat upon the backs 

Of all the outcast downtrodden, 

Water slipped through cracks 

Hold on, 

Hold tight 

And I am overwhelmed with grief, 

to see such suffering, 

For those who lack the voice to speak 

For those of us left stuttering 

May this not prevail, 

Dear Lord, your love will never fail 

And these frail hands, 

They tremble as they pen perhaps their last 

And these weak words, 

Can never say what cannot be surpassed 

When the concrete of the world 

Becomes too cumbersome to lift, 

And the cataracts of fear and doubt 

Cloak truth beyond what we can sift 

And darkness, darkness bleeds its way, 

When crippling anguish clouds our sight, 

The ghosts of dusk have bared their teeth, 

Set their claws to bring the night 

Hold on, 

Hold tight 

Darkness cant perceive the light, 

though lightlessness has chilled us numb, 

And though its wings may cloud the skies, 

The dark shall never overcome 

Light of the world, 

Your love, has never failed 

And these frail hands, 

They tremble as they pen perhaps their last 

And these weak words, 

Can never say what cannot be surpassed 

I need your love, 

And most of all I want to feel your peace, 

I need your love, 

Let everything that you are not decrease, 

(Your love, 

Your mercy, 

Your light unending. 

Your hope, 

Your peace, 

Your strength my heart is mending.) 

(Daylight, 

Save me)