Holding On کے بول

Your heart is sweet My heart is stone Your voice is quiet My journey long But I'm holding on to your endless love Through all the foggy days Through all the tears I've prayed And I'm breaking through for one touch from you And I am not afraid I am not afraid Your arms are wide My hands are fold Your table long My chair is short You love the poor And I'm destitute But my hope is strong When my joy is you And I'm holding on to the corner of your robe 'Cause there's a power there Before the gardener's throne And when your mercy breaks Through all my wreckless tears And all depressions cease I am not afraid No, I'm not afraid There's a beauty in our pain Every night has a breaking day We are coloured jars of clay So carry on Carry on