What do I do LORD?
It's going to have been a year now. I know Your timing is perfect but, things are worse off than they should be. Are they, really? Should they?
Was it because I was unappreciative of whatever friendship we had left?
What did I do wrong? I did something wrong by not doing anything at all?
What's she trying to do? What really, do I expect to see?
I really have no idea. I don't want to try figuring out the facts anymore, and it's not like I have figured any at all to begin with. It's just so frustrating.
How much more patient must I be? How long more is my breakthrough in this area going to be delayed? Whatever needs to be done about this friendship, let it be done quickly, LORD. Sometimes it feels like I don't know how much more I can last, although I know You'll always keep me going. Is it just my heart that's full of unrest? that's so full of selfish pity?
What do I do LORD?
The emotions that come with the songs of praise have run dry.
Those songs don't seem to get through and renew me.
Instead, my thoughts just run everywhere. My focus has deviated.
Every lyric recited, every word sung again means little now.
I've lost this to rely on for my source of strength.
What do I do LORD?
There is trouble on every side, countless things demand my time.
Work, play, sleep, all too essential. Too essential to the point where You are dispensible. I'm so sorry. Can my circumstances now change, so that these things be rendered unimportant compared to being close to You?
What do I do LORD?
I'm short of life's breath
I'm sick and tired
I'm frustrated and confused
I'm not even sure what I want
I'm so lost and out of orientation
I'm dry and unfruitful
I'm dormant in my own shell
I'm in pain, agonizing pain.
What do I do LORD?
I run in the direction where I last saw You.
But I can't find You.
I know where I can find You,
But I can't find You.
I don't know how else to find You,
so why don't You come and find me.
I'm here LORD, do not delay.
And I'm who I am before You, I'm nobody else.
Take my messy soul, corrupted character, disorderly lifestyle, and damaged heart,
rescue it, fix it, heal it, and then circumcise it once again. It's Yours.
I'm Yours.
Holy Spirit. Do not delay. I'm holding on, and You'll come on time to my rescue.
It's going to have been a year now. I know Your timing is perfect but, things are worse off than they should be. Are they, really? Should they?
Was it because I was unappreciative of whatever friendship we had left?
What did I do wrong? I did something wrong by not doing anything at all?
What's she trying to do? What really, do I expect to see?
I really have no idea. I don't want to try figuring out the facts anymore, and it's not like I have figured any at all to begin with. It's just so frustrating.
How much more patient must I be? How long more is my breakthrough in this area going to be delayed? Whatever needs to be done about this friendship, let it be done quickly, LORD. Sometimes it feels like I don't know how much more I can last, although I know You'll always keep me going. Is it just my heart that's full of unrest? that's so full of selfish pity?
What do I do LORD?
The emotions that come with the songs of praise have run dry.Those songs don't seem to get through and renew me.
Instead, my thoughts just run everywhere. My focus has deviated.
Every lyric recited, every word sung again means little now.
I've lost this to rely on for my source of strength.
What do I do LORD?
There is trouble on every side, countless things demand my time.
Work, play, sleep, all too essential. Too essential to the point where You are dispensible. I'm so sorry. Can my circumstances now change, so that these things be rendered unimportant compared to being close to You?
What do I do LORD?
I'm short of life's breath
I'm sick and tiredI'm frustrated and confused
I'm not even sure what I want
I'm so lost and out of orientation
I'm dry and unfruitful
I'm dormant in my own shell
I'm in pain, agonizing pain.
What do I do LORD?
I run in the direction where I last saw You.
But I can't find You.
I know where I can find You,
But I can't find You.
I don't know how else to find You,
so why don't You come and find me.
I'm here LORD, do not delay.
And I'm who I am before You, I'm nobody else.
Take my messy soul, corrupted character, disorderly lifestyle, and damaged heart,
rescue it, fix it, heal it, and then circumcise it once again. It's Yours.
I'm Yours.
Holy Spirit. Do not delay. I'm holding on, and You'll come on time to my rescue.
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