If I've a compass and a map
How can I be lost
When there's a star to the North
That's there at any cost

How can I not know which way to turn
When I'm given every tool
And how do I find myself in this state
When I know all the rules

Why do I cry out "Please help me now"
When I can't find my way
When I know You show me how
Every single day

It makes no sense at all to me
Why I keep running blind
When I know all I have to do
Is call on the Sweet Grace
I know is mine