I forget that I come from You,
that I'm here for You.
I take matters into my own hands.
I forget that I was made for You,
specially designed for You.
So the trench of loneliness expands.
I am reminded of these forgetful things,
but it's never the easy way.
It takes several days of an empty purpose
Until I fall on my knees to pray.
Very slowly it sets in
that I'm happier now than where I began.
Because it's good news that I can't do anything myself,
And it's bad news every time I think I can.
I exist because You will that I exist.
You have not left me in the dark to wonder and guess.
So will I believe even when I can't see?
And when I see, will I believe?
Following You means going the extra length.
Faith isn't ignoring my weakness.
Faith is trusting Your strength.
