Every-time I pass a test, another ones takes it place.
Each time I finally succeeds, to over come an addiction.
Another one rises out of the ashes to trouble my heart.
O God the surrounding storms holds my Heart prisoner.
I truly want to be completely Faithful to you O Lord.
But these trials overwhelm my mind, distracting me daily. 
Taking my mind off of you, then I lose this wicked battle.
If only I could stand firm, no matter sin/ addiction attacks.
Then I could firmly look at you without feeling like a hypercrite.
But I know just how lost in the wind I really am at times.
Even though I know you still these struggles catch me off guard at times
Leaving me lost with the wind blowing me off course here.