Sometimes we question why we have been given the life we have been given, and we forget that each person has a story.
Trying to fall asleep…laying awake on my pillow…looking at the ceiling…wondering if I’ll be up all night…or will I be able to close my eyes…when all is said and done…my mind is racing…but it never finishes first…my body exhausted from the day…
Hand me this burden my Jesus tries to tell me…
Hand me this sorrow I hear my Savior whisper…
Hand me this pain I want you to surrender…
Hand me this anxiety I want you to learn to trust me…
Done holding on to my own ambitions…
Done trying to figure things out on my own…you know better…
Done wasting my breath trying to answer questions…only you know…
Done trying hide my feelings…because you already know and understand…