Running on empty, running on full,
Your grace is the fuel that helps face it all.
Running on empty, lost for words,
Struggling to achieve, to be seen or heard.
Feeling weak and feeling strong,
Feeling the darkness all day long.
Sometimes barely holding on,
Sometimes helping others along.
Every cord has its weaker parts,
Every group has its breaking hearts,
On the hills, in the valleys we travel today,
Be with us, refill us, and help us we pray.