Every hour, let me give sixty minutes to you.
Every day, cancel my plans and ask for yours.
Guide me through every twist.
Help me realize new days are gifts, to give back to you, my God.
I believe that you are, and reward those diligently seeking, active listener, I’ll speak.
Even in pits of pity, anxiety, depression, I come to you and receive strength, healing, understanding, cleansed.
Hugging you, you love me, I don’t deserve anything, taken in by Jesus who scrubs my filth away.
Drugs couldn’t save my soul, food obsession betrayed me with fat folds, alcohol took advantage, anger ruined every lens, depression tried to extinguish my light, lust felt good but fizzled overnight, money has strong wings, my God you come before everyone everything.
Hard-headed but you don’t care, I’m not too hard for your love.
Stubborn but you never walk-off in anger exhausted by my slow progress.
I never hear, he’s a lost cause, no I never hear, I tried to help but it’s too much to ask in this case.