On the finest of days
I can lift up Your praise,
Whether raining or sunny or gray.
For I love the arrays
And the various ways
Of Your painting the clouds on display.
Yet I look at my heart,
Still so filled with the dark,
And I weep in frustrated despair.
I so long for Your light
To dismantle my fight,
So that I can submit to Your care.
God, I know You know best
And I long for Your rest,
But it’s so hard to let go of “me.”
Help me focus on You,
Trusting You’ll bring me through,
Knowing what You’ve begun, You’ll complete.