By Mark Bishop
I've tried to run my life
and tired of the strife
I turn now to you in desperation hoping you can free this soul
A sea of days at my command
They waste away kept in my hand
And fall to earth like so much sand paying idle's toll
Even intention good and right
Has no prevention in this plight
Instead it makes a weary man grasping for control
No matter the healing
No matter the fix
No matter the feeling
My life is hidden in Christ and he must make me whole
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