Gently, Lord
Beth Moore

                                 
                                     Love me gently, Lord
                                        I'm hurting now.
                                   I've lived to see Your sovereignty
                                      You''ve taught my knees to bow
                                   I've caught glimpses of Your glory
                                       I've seen Your righteous ways
                                   But right now I need You, Father
                                        Just to face another day.

                                    You have promised not to always be
                                            Exactly what I please
                                     But You give me sweet assurance
                                            You're exactly what I need.
                                               I need a gentle Father
                                            And the lullaby He sings,
                                              "Let Me tuck you safely
                                            Underneath My healing wings."

                                             Love me gently, Lord,
                                                    I'm hurting now.
                                      You said, "Take Your cross and follow Me."
                                               I beg, please show me how
                                               To celebrate my weakness
                                             That in You I might be strong,
                                             When desperation grips my soul
                                                   A moment seems too long.

                                              Oh, God, what noble plans I had
                                                To do this whole thing right
                                              Now I fall before You wounded
                                                   And I've lost the will to fight.
                                               There are soldiers all around me
                                                  They're depending on me, too.
                                                I fear I've nothing left to give
                                                      So, again I ask, Can You?

                                                I'll love you gently, He says,
                                                  I know you're hurting now.
                                               You've oft revered my sovereignty
                                               Your knees have dropped to bow.
                                                        If you could only see things
                                                  From My throne's clear point of view
                                                    You'd see glimpses of My Glory
                                                         Are fast at work in you.

                                                   I'll love you gently.
                                              Let Me sootheyour hurting now.
                                                    I've said, Pick up and follow---
                                                  I'll do more than show you how.
                                                  I'll turn this throne of brilliance
                                                          Into a rocking chair.
                                                     Crawl aboard, My precious child,
                                                         And I will rock you there.