When I'm cold you clothe me with the sun
When I thirst you pour out your rain
When I hunger you find ways to feed my soul
You're more than enough .... For me
When I'm lost its you that I will find
When I stumble it's right into your arms
when I forget who I am I'll see you in the mirror
I like the story of the feeding five thousand
Everybody had their fill and there was so much left over
When I hate its you that will forgive
when I'm guilty you carry all my shame
when I'm broken you fill in the missing pieces