Why do I spend so much time worrying
such that I do not hear that You're talking
I'm aware You hold me dear to Your heart
But it's like I'm closer to this pain than I am to You
I know I ought to regard every other thing a liar
& believe Your Word alone to be true
Maybe my faith is truly as small as a mustard seed
and my doubts as big as a mountain
Maybe I'm living inside my head instead
of living in Your Word
Maybe I'm relying on my own strength
instead of committing it all to You
I know of a fact that the blame is not Yours
But here's my hand, help me Lord!