Sometimes I breeze through the day like nothing is the matter
Sometimes each breath is a struggle for me
When we wake up we don’t know what the day is gonna hold
When we wake up we can try to make it through
Is it up to me to decide what to do with the time I’ve been given each day
Is it up to me to decide how I am going to try to cope with my circumstances
I can only handle so much on my own and Heaven knows I need to trust
Is it up to me to figure out the future
I don’t think I have any more to give
I don’t think I have anything left in the tank
I don’t think I have my ducks in a row
I know for a fact that the blood of Christ makes everything possible
Sometimes you gotta let go of your past to grasp our future
Sometimes you gotta let your old self die to find your new life
Sometimes this world doesn’t make sense, but isn’t that the beauty of it
Sometimes there isn’t enough information to make decisions but God has it all