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.