Many times my mind is wrapped up in troubles, and my heart gets so heavy too. Sometimes when I sink so low I touch bottom, I kneel down to reach up, and He pulls me through. I pray my way out of trouble, and I ask my dear Lord to help me stay. I pray my way out of trouble, and the deer-nailed scarred hand wipes my teardrops away. The smallest prayer from the world's biggest sinner brings a smile to His saddened face. So I just go to Him anytime I'm in trouble, wash my heart in the waters of my Savior's grace. I pray my way out of trouble, and I ask my dear Lord to help me stay. I pray my way out of trouble, and the deer-nailed scarred hand wipes my teardrops away. I pray my way out of trouble, and I ask my dear Lord to help me stay. I pray my way out of trouble, and the deer-nailed scarred hand wipes my teardrops away. I pray my way out of trouble, and I ask my dear Lord to help me stay.