SURVEY

[verseode]

               

            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.