By: Steven Curtis Chapman
Another rainy Monday,
Looks like I’m gonna be late again;
Why does the race I’m runnin’ never seem to have an end.
A day away from Sunday,
Feels like I’m already losing ground –
Funny sometimes how quickly my emotions get turned around;
They’re letting me down.
I gotta keep my eyes on Jesus
Through the weak days;
In a world where we really don’t belong,
I’ve discovered if I keep my eyes on Jesus
Through the weak days,
Then even on the weak days He’ll make me strong.
The spirit is so willing
When the fellowship is so sweet;
How soon all the good intentions
Find the flesh is weak.
But there’s a power waiting,
With no limits to times or space;
All of our doubts and fears disappear without a trace
When we look on His face.
And when we keep our eyes on Jesus,
We’ll gladly follow where He leads us.