Afraid of what's ahead so I take a break to think
Feeling like I'm too simple to go on
Am I too lazy? Am I too dumb? Am I complicating the easiest things needing to be done?
Jesus, don't leave the dim lit lights alone
Some times I feel like I'm late in everything I should do first
But I don't feel; feelings aren't the truth
But I don't see; we walk by faith not sight
Can you please just give me an itinerary for airheads?
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Martha and I are preparing to serve and no one seems to care
No assistance angry thoughts without resistance Lord tell them to come and help
Occupied, terrified, twisted and tied, my oh my does it ever stop
Trying to plan what's ahead but these pesky variables exist
I want control but I must submit
But I don't feel; feelings aren't the truth.
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