Written after Fighting With Myself All Night
. Jehovah knows my suffering, hears my pleas each day
. He knows the pain this madness brings, knows I’m made of clay
. I thought I’d be forsaken, and all my hope was lost
. I struggled to awaken, eternal darkness was the cost
. But my God cares for me, He hears my cries and screams
. He pulls me out of raging seas, makes pleasant peaceful dreams
. How can I show my thankfulness, show Him my endless love?
. I’ll walk with Him in faithfulness, Praise God in Heights above!
. I will love my God whole-souled, pray, meditate and preach
. No matter how lame, tired, sick or old, new sheep I will love and teach!