| — Psalm 6:4–5 There are seasons when prayer feels less like triumph and more like breathing through the ache. Psalm 6 is one of those places in Scripture where a weary heart reaches upward, not because it feels strong, but because it has nowhere else to go. Carry Me Through comes from that same place — the tired plea, the long silence, the trust that survives even when strength doesn’t. It’s a reminder that God meets us in the fragile spaces, holds us when we cannot stand, and carries us farther than our own resolve ever could. This is the cry of a soul that still believes, even with trembling hands. |
Turn to me, O Lord, I’m calling.
Hear me in this fragile place.
Every breath feels like a question,
every step a need for grace.
I have searched for strength within me,
but it fades like morning dew.
So I lift my voice to heaven—
only You can carry me through.
Feels like silence in the waiting,
like You’re distant from my cry.
But I know You reign above me,
even when the days run dry.
If I fall before Your healing,
if this body gives away,
who will rise and sing Your glory,
who will stand and give You praise?
Carry me through, when I cannot stand.
Hold me in Your healing hand.
By Your love, by Your grace—
not by anything I do.
Carry me through, my God.
I’m depending all on You.
Now I see beyond the shadow,
past the fear of fading breath.
There’s a life You’ve set before me,
even in the face of death.
To be with You is my future—
still, I’ll walk while I remain.
Let my life be filled with purpose;
let my voice still praise Your name.
There are hearts around me breaking,
souls that ache for needed peace.
Let me lift them up before You;
let their suffering find release.
In the trials of this life, Lord,
be the strength we’re leaning through.
Not just for me, but for my brother—
carry him, Lord. Carry him too.
Carry me through, when I cannot stand.
Hold me in Your healing hand.
By Your love, by Your grace—
not by anything I do.
Carry me through, my God.
I’m depending all on You.
In the night, You are near.
In the pain, You are here.
Every breath, every cry—
You are holding every life.
We will trust; we won’t fear.
Through it all,
we will see You are our eternity.
Carry me through, when I cannot stand.
Hold me in Your healing hand.
By Your love, by Your grace—
not by anything I do.
Carry me through, my God.
I’m depending all on You.
Impartial Grace 