is is an offering- and all I can do
To lift up a morsel of something to you
The one who gave all, the one who saved me;
Who knows that I’m broken; not who I could be.
You wait there each night- and each passing day.
Not dependant on you: I go my own way.
And I know that I offer my worries and stress
To you when I’m anxious or not at my best
But when you uproot and point out a wound
I quickly take cover in films and in food
I hide behind comfort and shrink from the light
Wanting some answer but put up a fight
I believe you’re provider; I’ve seen you at work
Do I doubt in your rescue; ignoring my hurt
I push it aside; it’s not a big issue
Get on with some stuff- doubt that this is you
Forget about fussing- but begin to feel low
Secretly wanting this history to go
What do I do and how do I do it?
How do I know that I’m gonna get through it?
How do I know it’s not just a phase?
Yet another attempt to change these old ways
I need your back up; I need your support
I need you to push me to do what I ought
Lord: help me to come, Lord: help me to be
How you created, how you can foresee
Lord: help me to dwell.
Your presence; my rest
To live by your mercy
The future to bless
