In her eyes, I stumble, I fall,
A flawed creation, battered and small.
But in my heart, a whisper, a call,
To fix my gaze on the One who’s all.

Just like Nehemiah, amidst the strife,
I’ll build my walls to guard my life,
Not with stones and mortar, but with grace,
Trusting in God’s unfailing embrace.

Rumors may swirl, falsehoods may fly,
But in Jesus, I’ll learn to rely.
For His truth is steadfast, unwavering, true,
And in His strength, I’ll find my breakthrough.

So, I’ll keep my eyes on the path divine,
Letting His love and purpose define.
In her eyes, I may falter and sway,
But in His arms, I’ll always find my way.