Oh Lord, there is trouble in my soul
Trouble of my own making Help me, Oh God For I cannot do what's right Humble me, break me, I ask You reply, You've taken the first step Speak loudly to me, Holy Spirit You reply, You must obey what I say I cannot obey on my own You reply, I am here to help I want to use what You've given You reply, I will tell you when and how I'm tired from striving for You You reply, be still, rest, wait, and obey I remember now, Your yoke is easy I've taken on more than You gave I'll put down the load, and rest I'll wait and carry Your will for me
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