Even When I Tremble
Have you ever felt too weak to pray, but longed for God to hold you anyway?
Even when I tremble, still I will believe,
Though storms may rise and hearts may grieve.
For in the hush between each sigh,
He whispers truth the world denies.
Not every day is bathed in light,
Some prayers are spoken deep in night.
But faith is not the loudest sound,
It’s quiet strength that still is found.
A single step, though small and slow,
Is all He asks when winds do blow.
He doesn’t seek the perfect race,
Just hearts that lean into His grace.
So I will rise though knees may shake,
And follow where His mercies wake.
Each doubt I bring, He does not shame—
He simply calls me by my name.
Even when I tremble, I will trust,
For He alone is kind and just.
And every weakness I confess
Becomes a door to tenderness.
“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’"
2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV)