"I Don't Make Mistakes"

There is joy in my heart,
There is peace in my soul.
They brim over from where
There was once a dark hole.

The joy from my God
And the peace from His Son
My forlornness have fought,
Sweet relief have they won

For a soul that is wont
To wallow and stew
In inadequacy, “less-than”,
And “what can I do?”

O relief, sweet relief!
May I hold fast to thee.
Or, better said yet,
May you hold on to me

With your heavenly hand,
Firm and tight, a strong grip.
From this moment of grace
May I never more slip.

But if the time comes
That you feel far away,
When I fall to my knees
May you come where I lay

And lift me back up
To my seat or my feet—
Whichever is fine,
For both are more sweet

Than the taste of the dust
Or the smell of the dirt.
Then please care for me
Wherever I’m hurt.

I have so much to give,
So much to provide.
But it’s hard to do much
When there’s doubt sown inside—


Deep down inside
This poor heartache of mine.
Inferior is
What I feel most the time.

So peace, sweet relief,
Hope you won’t forsake me.
I have so much to give,
There’s so much I can be.

Then from over the clouds,
From a place I can’t see,
I hear “Fear not, my son,
I have made you like Me.

“So there is no need
To wallow and stew.
There was no trial made
That is stronger than you.

Lift up your eyes
Toward the sun and you’ll see
The warmth and the light
That are yours straight from Me.

So, whenever you doubt,
When peace seems to stray,
Remember you’re mine
And I made you this way—
And I don’t make mistakes.”

So now when my joy
Is fleeting and faint,
And when my true strength
Feels less “is” and more “ain’t,”

I can look to the sun
And remember the pow’r
Of looking to God
And His Son in my hour

Of need and distress,
And I’ll know They’ll be near.
For God made me like Him,
I have no need to fear—
Ever again.