It’s just me Lord
Laying my burden at your feet of glory.
Tempted to pick it up again
To etch out stains left on my life, on my story.
Alas Your Word doth profess
You have it already in your plan:
The end, the redemption
The entire beginning from the end.
For the race is so hard
I admit day after day
When the lows speak loudest
And overshadow the sunnier ways.
It’s not as bad
I do proclaim overall
At least I can rest
And in the quiet, hear Your call.
What a gift to behold
Your goodness in so many forms
Let it not shadow under
These deviations from the norm.
For You know the score
The rise and fall of my failings, my pain
Holding my tears
Allowing me to rise out of bed once and again.
It’s just me in humanity
My weakness, shame, failings, doubt
Oh could You just take
My thorn, soon and forever pull it out?
Seems so simple
Yet I cry and too easily give in to worry
Will have to be You my Lord
Leading us onward, yes for Your glory.