Testo: Few Left Standing. Tears Of A Fallen Man.

My eyes grow weak with sorrow
My soul and body with grief
My life is consumed by anguish
And my years are groaning

My strength fails because
Of my affliction bones grow weak
I have become the epitome of what
I oppose guilt stricken by lies into Your hands

I commit my spirit
I long to walk
In Your shadow conviction
I find relief in You

I find relief in You
I find refuge in You
I find salvation in You