His Hand

So scared I can't breathe,
So tired I can't see.
So paralyzed I can't move,
So confused I don't know what to do.
God I need your hand.
There's a lot of things I don't understand.
So many things are going wrong,
I don't know how to stay strong.
I can't hear you whisper in the wind,
But I know you're there through the end.
Let me hear you one more time.
Tell me again it will be fine.
Show me your love again and again,
Even though I sin.
Let me see you one day face to face,
And tell me I'm not a disgrace.
Hold me in your arms,
And protect me from any harm.
Show me again and again you're always there.
Remind me just how much you truly care.

HIndering Burdens

I've tried so many times to lay my burdens down,
But for some reason they keep coming back around.
I'm constantly reminded of my sin,
And I don't want to go back again.
I know God is there,
So why am I so scared?
I can't feel Him around anymore.
It feels like I'm running into locked doors.
The windows are shut and there's no way out.
I can't figure out what my life's about.
It feels as though I'm running out of time,
And I'm being reminded of every crime.
He forgives and forgets,
So why must we regret?
Human nature makes us want to be who we're not,
And only cry out to Him when we're caught.
Sometimes we focus to much on the bad,
And don't praise Him when we're glad.
Give Him your life,
And He will help you overcome your strife.
This seems so hard when you're in the dark and lost.
However, He gave His son at all costs.

Help Me

It feels like my world is falling apart,
So where do I start?
I never got to say good-bye,
And I hardly even cried.
What is wrong with me?
Is there something I can’t see?
It’s like I’m lost and blind,
God please send me a sign.
You’re in my life,
But sometimes I can’t find you amongst my strife.
When I fall flat on my face,
You pick me up and put me back in place.
Never once did you turn your back.
Sometimes I wonder how you could cut me so much slack.
I was angry because you never let me say good-bye.
I’d cry out to you and receive no sign.
It felt like I was Job going through some of the same trials.
It felt like I was walking mile upon mile.
I tried to keep my eyes on you.
Now I’m scared and I don’t know what to do.
I’m riding the waves,
But I feel like a chained slave.
You walk with me everyday,
So why can’t I believe everything will be okay?
I’ve trusted you with my life,
I put down the knife.
I cry out to you when something’s wrong.
I can’t handle life I’m not that strong.
God I’m scared,
And I know you’re there.
I need you to be with me,
And show me who you want me to be.
It feels like I’m running in the same spot.
Nothing changes, and I’m caught.
Saying good-bye would it change how I feel?
God it’s so hard to deal.
I’ve lost people I love,
And I don’t know if they’re in the heavens above.
Will I ever see them again?
What about my friend?
He was so young he didn’t get to really live.
God he was only a kid.
I was angry when he didn’t make it through,
I didn’t know what to do.
Praying for him to late,
What was his fate?
He is your child God, and my friend.
How can you let his life end?
To my grandpa I never said goodbye,
However I did cry.
The tears do nothing for me,
They just mess up my ability to see.
There’s so much stress,
God I just want to rest.
Give me a little break,
My hands are starting to shake.
God I need you,
I don’t know what to do.
Please help me,
It’s getting hard to believe.

Looking in the mirror!

When I look in the mirror what do I see
Is it really truly me?
I can see my eyes,
I can also see past my own disguise.
I can see my face,
And I know my own disgrace.
I can see my hair,
And the scars I can’t bare.
When God looks at me what does He see?
He sees the true me.
He knows my faults and mistakes,
And He sees me when I shake.
He knows my heart inside and out.
He smiles when it is to Him I shout.
He says I am his beautiful daughter,
Because he is my Father.
He recognizes each tear that rolls out of my eyes.
He is the One who taught me how to fly.
How hard it is to see what God sees.
With the ways of the world I don’t see me.
I’m ashamed of how I look and sometimes who I am.
I trust in the world and His light seems to shine dim.
He has carried me through it all,
For He catches me every time I fall.
When I look in the mirror what do I see?
Is it the person God created me to be?