“I yell out to my God, I yell with all my might, I yell at the top of my lungs. He listens.
I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord;
my life was an open wound that wouldn’t heal.
When friends said, “Everything will turn out all right,”
I didn’t believe a word they said.
I remember God—and shake my head.
I bow my head—then wring my hands.
I’m awake all night—not a wink of sleep;
I can’t even say what’s bothering me.”
I go through waves, sometimes I can know what I am feeling..sometimes I can’t.
Sometimes I understand whats going on..and then later I’ll be confused.
Its hard to believe that everything is going to be alright..when I don’t know what the future holds.
I need You, God.
I’ll seek You until your face is shown.
I’ll never back down.
I don’t know whats going to happen, but I believe that You are with me.