The Hands Who Catch

by Katalina

When the ground beneath your feet is crumbling,
When the grass you walk on is dry,
When the air you breath is meaningless,
To whom do you turn?
Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
Who fills my empty soul as water fills a cup.
Unlike the ground he'll never fall,
He gives me strength to keep walking,
To keep hauling this worn out body,
On the bumpy road of life.