Uphold Me, Lord (sonnet)

Uphold me, Lord, when my footsteps falter.
Keep my upright when I waver and fall.
Bring me low before Your Holy alter,
I sacrifice to You my life, my all.
May Your praises ever be on my lips,
May my gratitude be without an end.
Hold me tightly each time I nearly slip.
You're the nearest thing I have to a Friend.
May my prayers to You be conversations,
Like pals who're speaking one to another.
Show me Your own secret revelations,
Comfort like a loving, older Brother.
May my outstretched arms praise You like the trees;
For only You can bring me into peace.