I’ve been inclined to think success is in your will.
I’ve been defined by success I’ve gained by my own skill

until my strength runs dry and I don’t know which way to turn, stumbling, wondering why this lesson I must learn?

Now I’m failing into You, like a warmth of coats that I’m pressing through, with where I anchored fading like dew. I am failing into You.

I just resigned, after I left myself so low.
But I’ve been designed for purposes I don’t yet know.

Can I step out even though I see no plan, no guarantee? I don’t know how but I know You want me to be free.

I am failing into you like a warming fog I’m wandering through. Like a shiver right before the day’s blue. I am failing into You. I can’t find heaven through my self, my will, self mastery. I chose to trust that you will show me my validity. So let me fly and fall, I know you hold my destiny.

Now I’m failing into you like a warm embrace I’m rushing into — to a coming home that I never knew. I am failing into you. I’ll fail toward you. I’ll fall to you. I’ll fly to you. I am failing into you.