brand new day

So it's a brand new day,

new thoughts, new plans,

and all my weariness washed away,

all my thinking that I can't.

And I'm wondering why,

it's so hard for me to keep

a heart willing to try

and never give into it.

But maybe today, I'm

a little bit stronger.

Maybe today, I'll be

stronger than before. 

He says his mercies are new,

just like the start of the morning,

and if (and I know) that's true,

why am I still floundering?

But my balance is kept,

whether by my hand or another,

and my soul is swept,

with the loving hand of a brother.

And I need that hand,

to hold me ever higher,

because in this weary land,

where I'm a weeper and a sigher,

I realize I can't do it,

I realize I'm not strong enough,

so I need his help to fight it,

because he alone is strong enough.