Coat Tails of Hope

I cling to the coat-tails of Hope

If only I could just touch

Just brush the hem of His garment

I would be healed

 

I have clung onto so many things

My pride, my self-image

I would not yield control of my life

But everything you hold on to

Eventually you lose

 

It was only when I let go

Of the lies I took comfort in

That my hands

So long stained with mud

Could finally be cleaned

 

Now as I hold on to Him

He holds on to me

And lifts me out of the pit