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As I sit and survey the world around me today,
I can only wonder what tomorrow may bring.
To my awesome God, let my praises ring.
I sing to Him, but my hurts seem to rule the day.
My life, as I've always known it to be,
is gone away never to return. It seems so unfair.
I sit here now broken and crying in despair,
"My God, my God, why did this happen to me?"
As suddenly as the destruction came upon me,
God's presence and love was easily felt.
Once again, I was struggling, but His spirit indwelt.
Destruction isn't His plan, He died to set me free.
I must take His yoke upon me in place of the one I carried before.
His spirit within me need only be allowed to work his will.
Not my will, but yours, my Lord, you've tried to instill.
Any burden I have, I give over to you to keep forevermore.