When I survey the wasted time
I spend apart from You
I tend to panic inwardly
My walk is far from true
So turn me into someone who
Desires Your daily touch
To give away my life to You
Oh would it hurt so much?
Your guidance is available
To all who truly seek
A way to walk the minefield
Alone we are so weak
So give me Your great wisdom
And let me give You all
My problems, hassles, ups and downs
That seem to bind and maul.