Bout’ 10 o’clock
What would you have me do Lord?
Told myself I was done playing games-
though sometimes Lord- I feel just the same….
nothings any different–
cliffhanger, I’m hold on–
my fingers slipp’in… but Lord I know in my weakness you are strong.
Get to hating life
forgetting your redemption
as the accuser points his finger tells me I’m losing
my heart tries to doubt
but your word says coming to you I must believe you are–
but that’s not the part that seems so hard
It’s letting go of the wheel — letting you drive the car.
I don’t trust me Lord because I’m in my way
Wanna look forward– but not on days like today
cause when I’m screwing up
seems like I might always be stuck
life in a tangle
no control, still yet I’ll raise the anchor
while the waves are crashing down around me
still, I’ll try to find away around it.
why go through all the trouble
if the Lord knew I’d do more than merely stumble…
angry– wanna do something other than
how I’m staying humble..
depression can get oppressive– and beyond that aggressive
Lord, you know
precisely, my struggles.
Thank you for sustaining me through the battles.