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The joints in my fingers catch a bit more these days, and the pages of my old leather-bound hymnal are soft, thinning like pressed flowers. When I sit in the quiet, the evening shadows stretching long across the floorboards, I find myself looking for something that holds weight. Matt Redman’s version of this prayer—drawing on those ancient, heavy echoes of Henry Francis Lyte—has been landing on me lately.

There is a line in the opening verse that caught me off guard this morning: "But for now I walk this broken world."

It is a plain admission. When you are young, you talk about the world as a place to be conquered or a mission field to be reclaimed. But when you get to my age, the world just feels… broken. It’s in the way a friend forgets your name, or the way the news reports speak of things that would have broken my heart in two forty years ago, but now just leave me tired. To admit we are walking through the wreckage while still aiming for an eternal home—that is the tension. It isn't a triumphant march. It’s a slow, unsteady shuffle, hoping your boots hold together for one more mile.

Redman points us to Gethsemane, to the moment the Savior was "overwhelmed, alone." That hits different when you are staring down the night. We often like our hymns to be about the victory, the loud "Hallelujah" at the finish line. But Gethsemane wasn't a victory parade. It was sweat like drops of blood. It was a man trembling before the cup He had to drink.

Hebrews 4:15 tells us we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are. That isn't just theology for a sermon; it’s the only thing that keeps me steady when the lights go dim. If He didn’t actually feel the weight of the dark, then my own fear in the dark would be unforgivable. But He was there. He took the "alone" out of suffering.

"Abide with me." That is a desperate request. It isn't a command. It is the cry of a man who knows his own strength has long since evaporated. When I say those words now, I don't mean "stay with me so I can do great things for You." I mean, "stay with me because I am frightened, and I don't know how to finish this."

There is a strange, unsettled peace in that. I don't have all the answers for why the world stays broken, or why the waiting takes so long. I don't know if I’m getting better at this, or if I’m just getting better at leaning on His arm. Maybe they are the same thing. I suppose the finish line is still ahead, obscured by the mist, but the song reminds me that the One who walked it first is holding onto my hand—not the other way around. My grip has been failing for years, but His? His doesn't. That has to be enough.