With a contrite heart, I come before You
Confessing all I’ve tried to control by my will.
With my troubled mind, I’ve justified
With my sinful flesh, I’ve refused to be still.
I’ve hoped beyond all human reason
That Your hand would still provide
A way out of this wilderness
Out of the mess we’ve contrived
Is it Your grace I have hoped for
Or my selfish desires to come true
Is it Your plan I envision
Or am I forcing my plan on You?
Roll in with a thunder
Strike with Your mighty hand
May Your will be done, not mine, I cry
But not let my tears thwart Your plan.